UNSC? What is that- and then she's straight into talking about a different world, and at least that answers that. (This woman seems human, at least - maybe she just hasn't heard of them.)

"Shirley Fenette." She eyes Carolina's hand for a few moments, not distrustful so much as wary - it's been a long forty-eight hours, after all. But eventually she reaches forward, taking the offered hand and trying to smile (if still a bit dazedly.) "UNSC... is that a part of the military?"