[A moment, stillness, that alertness shifting across her features before Carolina bends, moving the topic away from that murky territory that it's heading.]

It is strange though. Not having them around. I mean, if anyone would have told me I would have 'retired' with a bunch of sim troopers...

[She would have wondered what drug they were on.

Bending down, she pries free a pair of black pants, which do seem to have juicy stitched across the ass, but... Hmm. She can likely get that off.]