Carol arched a brow when it was mentioned she should follow demurely among her gaggle of girls, but managed to press her lips together. She didn't want to argue after what they just shared. Not so much as a twitch of disagreement was offered on mention of Flavius and Trip, knowing the relationship between them all was complex. This didn't stop her from starring unblinking when it was mentioned Neal might want her dead or pregnant, and her look didn't change even after Brittany clarified she meant undead, as though that were somehow easier to accept. It made it much easier to nod at mention of Balrog and his skin issues, and mention of Fleshless Fire souls.

Her eyes widened when Brittany revealed they caught a Soldier of God, and knew only the Sword had a wealth of mortal souls. Roman! No. I can't let this– The knock gave her a start, and she felt irritated with herself, and then self-conscious when Brittany's favourite bed warmer stuck her overactive head in without an invite. Carol returned the frown with a glare. Gillian might have been comfortable with sexuality by trade, but she obviously forgot not everyone enjoyed their private time becoming a spectacle. Turning her back on the human entirely, she fussed with her clothes, forcing herself into one item at a time. It gave her precious time to consider options. Blazer back on, she faced the victim calmly, only to feel confusion into begrudging respect. Even in his battered form, the Elohite hadn't even conceded to them his true angelic being. His layers of stoicism were so ingrained he gave away nothing.

“Sorry, where's the bathroom? I'd rather not get distracted when we have to mingle.”