<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 22px"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Carmen Castillo</span></span><br/>
<span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">Angston Residence <br/>
Mood - Alert<br/>
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</span></span>​</div><br/>As he'd neared, rather than her usual reaction of shrinking away, Carmen felt completely at ease. She regarded him when he got close, letting her eyes wander over his face, trying to gauge if he was genuine and also simply wanting to look at him in general. Shaking her head at herself, she'd gazed down at the book when he'd opened and presented it and at what she saw, at what he told her, so many things began to click into place. Her mother had always told her about celestials, that Carmen herself had been conceived in the hopes of being a protector. Her mother had always told her there would be others, that they would all flock to the city that she'd been raised in, but Carmen had given up hope and taken up law enforcement instead. It was natural for her, to protect, to put her life on the line for those around her, no matter how rough around the edges she was. She was blunt, she was direct, but she was caring. "Incredible.." she breathed as she looked down at the book, but as one of them changed to red and Gyran's upset reaction, Carmen's hand instinctively shot to hover over the handle of her pistol. Smith, who'd been lounging on the floor, sprang to his feet and pressed himself against Carmen's side, eyes alert as they both tried to assess the threat. "What's wrong?" She asked.