The fire snaps away with a guilty look. It hasn't been ages since she's heard that voice - in fact, she doesn't tense because there's no reason to be afraid. But she has been focused on Maine, even knowing that Washington is here.

Still, Carolina offers him an embarrassed look, a little half smile on her face.

"You're not," she protests, settling her hands on her knees and sitting up a little. "It's just been - a lot."

The last fight with Locus and Felix. Arriving here, all the magical influence -- Maine. Their elephant in the room.

Her gaze slides over him, assessing old (and new) scars, the manner of dress, the light voice.

"You look good."