Whomever is sitting next to Carolina may notice the woman, now decked out her proper Legion uniform, sitting at her spot, with a large cup of coffee and some fruit to go with her donut.

It's one of the first proper non-hospital meals she's had since she's arrived. And yet, the attitude of the cafeteria is somber, strained. She knows what they've been through, though she didn't go through it herself.

So she turns her gaze to a man nearby with brown hair at the next table over - he looks just as somber as the rest of them. Calmly, with minimal movements, she picks up her donut, and chucks it overhand towards him.

It hits him square in the face - his nose even peeks through the hole.