Stacia's tongue lolls out of her mouth in amusement. Brawling and clawing still isn't her specialty, but she's definitely dangerous when she needs to be.

She cocks her head at Carolina's words, then glances up and down the hall herself, ears flicking as she listens for any sounds of approaching cupid-gremlins. She crooks a clawed finger at Carolina and heads down a hall to an empty room, because that strikes her as better than having this conversation in the hall. She waits for Carolina to close the door behind them before she shifts to Homid.

"Hope you don't mind chatting while I'm in my underwear, I shredded my jumpsuit earlier," she says by way of explanation for her state of undress.