[ The shift in stance, the transfer of weight from hipshot pose to evenly balanced, might mean nothing to anyone unfamiliar with Carolina. Her hands do not fall to her weapons, but let's be real here: her hands are weapons enough.

Should that shift be enough to dislodge her passenger, Fang will find himself not drenched in water, but caught neatly in both her hands. Albeit held at least some length out ahead of her - all for getting a better look at him. She's supposed to have one of these..? ]

Well, I didn't. [obviously.] Unless those two count. [followed by a nod towards Ziva's pair.]

[ ..wait, he /what/ now.

That can't possibly be correct. Carolina's been in his company for almost that long, and she just parted company with Washington less than a couple of days ago! That makes no sense. ]

[her tone is absolutely flat] That doesn't seem physically possible.

[ And then he follows up with what isn't really the icing question on top a very trippy cake of psuedo-reality, given the rainbow menagerie that make up their present company. ]

..That matches the description of the thing that attacked me when I got here. [read: KUPO'd at hyperalert freelancer from out of nowhere.] I followed it here. Why?