The snort that comes out is entirely unlady-like, but it's genuine as the corners of Carol's mouth upturn ever so slightly. Well, he's one of a kind, but it turns out that that's easy for her to find amusement in, at the very least. But he seems like a guy that, though out there, is pretty easy to like. And that's something given their current situation. It'd be worse to be stuck with a major asshole. Then again, Carol doesn't put up with major assholes. "Well, now that we've got that established." Carol speaks as she moves toward the exit, rolling her eyes as the damn dress gets caught on a chair along the way.

Stopping, she can't quite help but grit her teeth as she disentangles herself and then moves to reach for the offending bits of fabric - completely intending on ripping them off. She'd rather be in a while hell of a lot less than walk around with all of this extra fabric and fluff that is going to be a massive hindrance. She's a soldier not a pageant girl. "One sec - some of this has to go first." She offers the explanation, blowing a piece of hair that's fallen into her face back.

She's more focused on ripping the thing, and what the plan will be over anything else at the moment. "Either way I figure if we find an outer wall or the front door - no matter what kind of reinforcement I should be able to get through it."