No, she isn't surprised by that information at all, given that she knows that Wash is here already. Wash and CT. She's not exactly willing to share that yet, although Carolina doubts that The Director could do anything. Unlike the female side of the family, he's never been much of a fighter. "I'm fully aware Wash is here, and can confirm this isn't the afterlife."

It's been close many times, but Carolina has escaped death time and time again. How and why, she doesn't know. Some days she even questions is. The cliff had been her quick thinking with her grappling hook. The drones of Texas could well have ended her, but Wash and the Sims had come to help. Even on Chorus... Yet she still lives, still breathes, still wakes every day and puts one foot in front of the other.

The helmet does hide her own reactions, that slight wry smirk of her lips as his arms cross over his chest. She can't say that she exactly disagrees with Wash, as he's more likely to hurt himself probably, but what weapons had he come with...? She had gone there, intending to kill him, but when she had found him... York's words, Epsilon's words. They had both turned around in her head. That anger, while still there, had also lessened. "At the moment, to my knowledge, there is one other."