[Where else would their group go after getting over the disorientation of a new dimension? The armory, of course. Carol isn't assigned there so she's loitering near the entrance, trying to look sufficiently lost and confused so some poor soul will let her get a peek at whatever weapons they've got in there, whoever "they" are. It's a ploy that tends to work given enough time, but she spots Carl before she can find anyone to take the bait.]
[Rather than shout his name, she simply straightens, her face now all business, and walks over.] You okay? [she asks without preamble, reaching out to get an arm around him presuming that he answers in the affirmative. Part of her is still glancing around and hoping Judith will be toddling along after, she was two in Teleios by the time they were given the option to leave, and if she's not here that's going to arguably be the hardest thing to accept. She doesn't ask yet, hoping against hope that she can avoid getting cut off at the knees for another few moments, hoping that Carl is actually fine and maybe his dad might be hanging around somewhere...]
[Futile hopes, she realizes they likely are. But still.]
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[Rather than shout his name, she simply straightens, her face now all business, and walks over.] You okay? [she asks without preamble, reaching out to get an arm around him presuming that he answers in the affirmative. Part of her is still glancing around and hoping Judith will be toddling along after, she was two in Teleios by the time they were given the option to leave, and if she's not here that's going to arguably be the hardest thing to accept. She doesn't ask yet, hoping against hope that she can avoid getting cut off at the knees for another few moments, hoping that Carl is actually fine and maybe his dad might be hanging around somewhere...]
[Futile hopes, she realizes they likely are. But still.]