At least she didn't say it out loud. Later, if she remembers, she may feel some guilt for thinking it. For the moment, however, Carolina watches Washington and the Raptor, looking between the pair in vague astonishment.

Especially when the creature practically acts like an overgrown dog. Or cat. With scales.

Giving the blunderbuss-like gun a disbelieving glance, she stepped closer with caution. She noted but didn't heed any growls directed her way. "Not a threat, huh."