[She's not shocked when someone leaps out at her, at least not as she once would have been. Instead, Carol looks him over in a split second; the pipe, the pause, the distinctly human expression.]
[Her knife is ready, and she doesn't bother to hide it from his view.]
Where'd you come from? [The group that attacked the prison, maybe? Doesn't really matter that much, she'll deal with whatever needs dealing, however it needs dealt. She has things to do.]
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[Her knife is ready, and she doesn't bother to hide it from his view.]
Where'd you come from? [The group that attacked the prison, maybe? Doesn't really matter that much, she'll deal with whatever needs dealing, however it needs dealt. She has things to do.]