Kaidan is halfway through a series of warm-ups as Carolina turns up at the bench, but he obligingly shuffles further down it to continue his calf stretches without getting in her space. Another one of the displaced who's from a fully-integrated military, he's one more person whose first reaction to that statement isn't to stare like she's grown another head. Instead "I hear you on the armour," he agrees, a corner of his mouth quirking wryly. "Decent guns, or at least more familiar ones, I have a feeling we can 'liberate' from the Cetagandans if we get lucky, but I'd feel a lot happier with a couple inches of space-rated plate between me and the world while stealing them."