[ Carolina's a woman of her word, what can she say?
She's never been one for fight or flight reflexes (with only one guess needed as to what has almost always been her past preference), but her stomach flutters and she's not sure why it bothers her that he asks. Yet York's question brings with it a return of frozen figure and a momentary loss of words, and Carolina's silent much too long. So long that Dax looks between both Persons with as close an expression to worry as a lizard with his mouth full of cookies can manage.
Her words surprise at least herself with the edge of sincerity they carry. ]
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She's never been one for fight or flight reflexes (with only one guess needed as to what has almost always been her past preference), but her stomach flutters and she's not sure why it bothers her that he asks. Yet York's question brings with it a return of frozen figure and a momentary loss of words, and Carolina's silent much too long. So long that Dax looks between both Persons with as close an expression to worry as a lizard with his mouth full of cookies can manage.
Her words surprise at least herself with the edge of sincerity they carry. ]
I'll think about it.
[ Not a no. More of a 'not yet'. ]