Carol's right eyebrow pops up at Klaus' comment. She's not sure what sort of hell this guy has been through, but if he's so sure that this doesn't look too different from the afterlife it seems to her that he's been through some shit. Dusting? Maybe, she's not exactly sure what those people saw or experienced. She hadn't taken the time to really ask anyone before she wound up here. Still, that eyebrow (if possible) moves even higher at the reaction to what she truly believes is going on here. "You're...certainly an odd one." It's not a bad thing and there is the slight tweak of the corner of her mouth in amusement.
Hard not to when you've got someone who literally...you have no idea what's coming from them and that's exactly how Carol'd categorize him.
If nothing else Carol is certain that she made it through the battle. And, on top of that, she knows that it'd take something truly major to send her into the after life. And she's pretty sure she'd remember anything that could have led up to that. She leaves off the talk of death, and of experiments, focusing on the actual question that he asks her and rather than bothering to explain what her fist does she points it at the Victrola before letting off a photon blast - the red mass of energy rushing through the air and causing the damn thing to explode in a mass of parts that slap and scatter across the wall. "I haven't found anything that that can't get me through yet. It should work pretty well on a wall or a locked door too." Carol says confidently.
That's her plan. That's how she expects to get them out. Punching and blasting her way out and then figuring out what the idea was here - after her fellow captive is safe - seems like a perfect plan to her.
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Hard not to when you've got someone who literally...you have no idea what's coming from them and that's exactly how Carol'd categorize him.
If nothing else Carol is certain that she made it through the battle. And, on top of that, she knows that it'd take something truly major to send her into the after life. And she's pretty sure she'd remember anything that could have led up to that. She leaves off the talk of death, and of experiments, focusing on the actual question that he asks her and rather than bothering to explain what her fist does she points it at the Victrola before letting off a photon blast - the red mass of energy rushing through the air and causing the damn thing to explode in a mass of parts that slap and scatter across the wall. "I haven't found anything that that can't get me through yet. It should work pretty well on a wall or a locked door too." Carol says confidently.
That's her plan. That's how she expects to get them out. Punching and blasting her way out and then figuring out what the idea was here - after her fellow captive is safe - seems like a perfect plan to her.