Carrie smiles at Mary, noticing her discomfort about her prosthetic being called out.<span style="color: #8040FF">"Don't worry about the prosthetic, it's not that obvious. But as a medic <span style="font-style: italic">and</span> a mechanic, you learn to notice the signs. The leaning, the pitch of the shoulder, the small whirring noises that one can only hear if you listen to them."</span>She finishes loading up the weapons as the Wing Sergeant closes the cabinets and moves with her to the upper deck. Along the way, she chuckles at mary's final comment about not needing an order.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8040FF">"Yeah, I guess I don't need to tell you that. A surprising lot of people find prosthetics unnatural and abominable, but I don't see the point. The machine is meant to help us, and prosthetics are the pinnacle of that. What I <span style="font-style: italic">can</span> understand is their unwillingness to work with a servo-coupling they arn't familiar with, but that shouldn't be a problem. I have more than a passing interest in prosthetic biomechanics."</span><br/><br/>As the two reach the deck, where Carnivore is still surveying the horizon, she turns to Mary. The friendly tone is still there, but an undertone of authority has crept in.<span style="color: #8040FF">"Resume your previous duty, Sergeant. We can continue our conversation later - for now, I need to find Haas again."</span>She makes a small salute before wandering off in search of the legendary caster, face suddenly all businesslike.