Company is the last thing Agent Carolina expects, sat at an empty table in the O&I.

'Carolina?' he says, like a cop. She'd know the cadence anywhere, having used it plenty herself. Not exactly a cop, but as a Commanding Officer the sentiment doesn't differ very much.

Arms crossed, the fiery-haired ex-soldier leans back into her chair.

Crichton's poor hand goes unshaken.

"Depends on what you want to talk about."