She lets him have her hand. It helps. Things are not what they once were between them, but they are friends. York's faith in her feels unearned to her, Carolina copes with past failure by being hard on herself, but that doesn't stop that faith from being real.

"I think so."

She raises and lowers her free shoulder, her tone a little ironic. "I needed a wakeup call and an asskicking. I found both out there."

And... grace, maybe. People who met her at her worst, with no guarantee that she could be better, still thought she was worth saving. But Carolina is not given to expressing that much, it feels too near self-pity.

"I crossed paths with them all again. We are supposedly, and I quote, completely retired from doing anything useful for anybody, ever." She glances significantly at the orange-armored memory figure.

"But I don't think I'm cut out for it. This isn't what I had in mind when I thought about finding work to do, but..."