As Carolina carries buckets of dry concrete to their destination, a man approaches from the opposite direction. A very tall man, clad in authentic Mjolnir armor the green of a true Marine. His helmet is on, and as he glances at her, she may see herself reflected in his visor.

He's also carrying half a tree. The broken trunk of one that was irreparably damaged during the fighting.

He says nothing. Just a glance as they move in opposite directions. Recognizing a fellow military type.