Later is good. Shirley might even have earned enough trust by then to get a few more details told in a friendly manner, rather than a commander's tone. As it was, Carolina remained rock steady as Shirley got herself to her feet, waiting until the girl lets go.

The weapon gets a frown, though, as the younger girl grasps the hilt and lifted it with obvious difficulty. She didn't complain, though - a point in her favour. "That sword's too big for you. Did the dragons select it?" Seriously. What were they even thinking? "You going to be okay carrying it?"

"Yes. They have some fancier things, but getting you some basic clean clothing and sturdy shoes for moving around here should help." Formerly fashionable high school student or not, Area 11 clothing trends wouldn't help much in Azeroth. Motioning for Shirley to follow, Carolina will lead the way.