Carolina's armor is a defense against the world. It's fortunate she lacks her helmet - that would truly have hidden her from sight, and not necessarily for the better. Nonetheless, if it walks like a duck.. Well, she may not rank Vas on the draenei's home plane but Carolina is used to leading a squad. To being top tier. (To say she's struggled with being less than the best would be an understatement.)

"Vindicator Vastania," she replies, her nod short, before green eyes flickered to the few redsworn warming up and working out under the blood elf paladin's eye. Maybe she's disappointed, maybe she's not, but she's not seeing anything particularly outstanding in their routines. Or perhaps she's just used to the grueling schedule she set herself in the Project.

Vas' question pulls her attention round, however. "My 'people' don't have any one way of fighting," she says, carefully, warily, forcing the ridgedness out of her stance. "Everyone gets the same basic training, but after that, different paths to follow. You get the Helljumpers -- our ODSTs. The regulars, and specialists. Same as any army."

And SPARTANS. But Vas doesn't need to hear about them. "You need a bit of everything to face the war we're dealing with."