Caro slowly turns her head to look at whoever is making grossed out twelve year old noises. It's a Career, of course. From 2, she thinks. Haha, no wonder he's disgusted. She smiles nastily up at him in that way that really twists and pulls at the scars on her face. "Careful there, we might have cooties." And then she leans forward and wraps her arms around... whoever this is in her lap. Which is both likely to gross out the Career asshole even more and will hopefully keep her and her uh, new friend here from toppling out of the chair.