Carrie made her landing, deciding against pushing the matter with Olivia. Carefully eyeing the camp and its general state of (dis)repair, she mumbled something, but otherwise said nothing. As they reached the checkpoint room, she got a little startled by the soldiers' greeting, but quickly came to her senses. It was a perfectly defensible measure of control, and she knew the papers were in order. After the brief wait, she followed Judas up to the command room. She looked over the room, neither impressed nor disappointed with the command centre. As was her habit, she scanned the room for mechanics in need of maintenance, not really paying much attention to the tall man's words just yet. In this room, she reflected, she must be an odd sight. Dirty, clad in footman's garb, and equipped with not only a toolbelt, but a full field surgeon's kit and caster gloves to boot. She smiled despite herself - then turned his attention towards the tall man. She didn't speak, but awaited instructions from her higher-ups.