Taking a seat by the booth, Carrie opens a pack of gum and takes one as she waits. Twiddling her thumbs, she wonders. Who could have requested her? Granted, she could program shells, provide healing and ranged firepower, as well as mechanical skills, so any number of people could find her useful - though she wasn't the best in any of those fields. Taking a look around at the chaotic third floor hall, she notes several officers and casters of various rank shuffling about. Any one of them could be the one, yet none approach her. It is not until she hears a somewhat famous voice behind her that she stirs.<br/><br/>She turns around and has a look at Judas. Her eyes go wide.<span style="color: #8040FF">"Holy..! Judas Haas? <span style="font-style: italic">You</span> requested me?"</span>She gets up, looking positively dumbfounded.<span style="color: #8040FF">"Well, uh, no. I was simply told by one of the doctors at the infirmary to report here, with Carnivore."</span>She points at the light warpiece parked some distance away.<span style="color: #8040FF">"Why, what's up?"</span>