She's aware of someone trying to sneak up on her, and knows her water gun - or rather water pistol - is tucked safely under her chair. She never even has to draw it, though; water flies over her head and sends the 'assassin' retreating back.

Carolina only moves to look up at Maine once he arrives, dragging her eyes over black, wet swim trunks and a white shirt that leaves little to the imagination.

"My hero," she tells him, amusement clear in her voice. She lifts up the drink, offering it to him if he wants a sip. It's some fruity concoction that is, sadly, not alcoholic. While she doesn't feel threatened by this place, that doesn't mean she's about to let her guard down by getting intoxicated.

(Her poor Charmander tucked his tail under the chair when the water went flying, and finally pulls it back out, giving a thumbs up to Blue-chan).