[ whatever this is, it's... kind of cute, actually. that's carolina's reaction to the first tribble she comes across and exactly the reason why she's carrying it around with her as she gets whatever she needs to done for the day. the trilling noises the little furball keeps making are surprisingly soothing and even she's allowed to indulge in something nearly relaxing every now and again.

so you might catch this particularly serious-looking woman as she's toting around a tribble as if it ain't no thang. or you might catch her after she's put it down to do something and then turned back to pick it up only to find three sitting on the same table. ]

Shit, which one was mine? [ it's really not her fault they look so nondescript and similar. ]

[ this is fine. honestly, this isn't the first time she's been on a mission gone this wrong and it won't be the last, so carolina is rolling with these punches. whether or not she was in charge on everyone's way into this, she's acting it now if no one else beats her to it- or if she decides they're not up for the task. camps need to be set up, patrols need to be established, and food and water that isn't going to put some of the team out of commission needs to be rationed.

except not even the boss can avoid mishap and there's a really bad afternoon with berries and hallucinations and carolina hiding away from makeshift camp for a while. when she comes back, she's a little twitchier than usual. so it would really, really suck if someone were to come up beside her and startle her into punching them as hard as she can.

spoilers: as hard as she can is pretty damn hard and probably would have killed or seriously wounded whatever animal she thinks is trying to get the jump on her. ]

[ did someone say training rooms? don't mind carolina if she lives there during her downtime. pushing herself to be that little bit better is all she really knows and the least she can do while she's stuck here is keep herself in shape. she's got a pretty solid workout routine going on, but mindlessly running away at a treadmill seems to be a daily go-to and anyone starting up on a machine anywhere near her gets a nod of acknowledgement.

but of course, if anyone's going into the martial arts rooms and looks like they could take a punch or two in hand-to-hand, she's going to stop them. even if she's clearly already sweaty and gross and finished her own workout. ] You wanna go a round?

[ this is how you make friends right? ]