[ Carolina's up, sitting cross-legged on her cot, exploring her omni-tool. Anything to keep herself occupied. Sounds as thought they'll be cutting her loose soon, and she's both itching to get moving again, and dreading it. Because there's no place for her to go.
The talk with Wash is still hanging over her. Supposes she has to believe him, as far as where she is anyway. As for the rest... she can't even deal with thinking about the rest right now. Later. When she's figured out her next step toward finding a way back.
She looks up with a start as York enters. Right. York. That happened.
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The talk with Wash is still hanging over her. Supposes she has to believe him, as far as where she is anyway. As for the rest... she can't even deal with thinking about the rest right now. Later. When she's figured out her next step toward finding a way back.
She looks up with a start as York enters. Right. York. That happened.
Carolina nods guardedly. ]
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