[frown.] The appearance, then, if only in earshot of our elvish friends here. They HAVE chosen us, whether we want to be or not.

[ And Carolina isn't completely convinced she does.

(She doesn't see what she can offer them when she's apparently no longer needed on her own world, dead or not -- save her ability to fight, and she wasn't even the best at that anymore.)

She does snort very faintly, eyes crinkling at the corners in sudden, rare amusement at the alternate name choice however. ]

That works. Not sure they're the most effective babysitters I've ever met, though.