[She likes to pack a punch, both with her fists and with weapons, as one never knows what a situation might call for. Her grappling hook had saved her life all those years ago and knives had also come in handy. Sure, the suit does a lot, but she also knows that she can't just rely on it. Had run into problems where she pushed herself too hard and too far, leaving her passed out in the snow.
A knife at least is easily hidden. Boot. Thigh. Arm. Hidden away without the obvious bulge of a gun. She doesn't like to be without several options. But it's the sudden noise that draws her attention, snapping her head towards it even as Carolina tenses- but relaxes a moment later as she spots a familiar suit of armour, hears that voice that she knows.]
Wash?
[Her own sense of relief as her shoulders drop, slipping the knife back into its sheath and tucking it down into her boot.]
Finders keepers then. The least this place can do.
[Straightening, she glances him up and down. Not that there is anything too obvious given that he's in his gear. No clear signs that he's injured or hurt.]
no subject
A knife at least is easily hidden. Boot. Thigh. Arm. Hidden away without the obvious bulge of a gun. She doesn't like to be without several options. But it's the sudden noise that draws her attention, snapping her head towards it even as Carolina tenses- but relaxes a moment later as she spots a familiar suit of armour, hears that voice that she knows.]
Wash?
[Her own sense of relief as her shoulders drop, slipping the knife back into its sheath and tucking it down into her boot.]
Finders keepers then. The least this place can do.
[Straightening, she glances him up and down. Not that there is anything too obvious given that he's in his gear. No clear signs that he's injured or hurt.]
You good?