[Force of habit, really. You're handling a woman who got thrown out of an active military project. ...Literally.]
Heh. [head cants slightly, before gloved palm lifts to press against her temple] No chance of that, even if you're not UNSC.
[ There was a roar overhead, before something red descended at speed, half-lit with green fire as it collides with a demon down below. Instinct had Carolina ducking, even reflexively reaching for weapons she'd just checked for and knew weren't there. ]
no subject
Heh. [head cants slightly, before gloved palm lifts to press against her temple] No chance of that, even if you're not UNSC.
[ There was a roar overhead, before something red descended at speed, half-lit with green fire as it collides with a demon down below. Instinct had Carolina ducking, even reflexively reaching for weapons she'd just checked for and knew weren't there. ]
And this is not Sidewinder.