The interior of the shop was quiet, homey even and as the earthen scent that seemed to permeate everything inside wafted towards her nose she could practically scent the magic that lingered in the air. It only increased her curiosity to find out more of this witch with whom she had shared such a brief encounter. That those on the Ark had known of her spoke volumes as well and the sense of power within her shop gave credence to why. A feeling of relief permeated her as the woman stepped into view, summoned by the soft call of her name no doubt, until that moment Carolina had been slightly afraid she was grasping at straws and making all of this up in her head. But that night she had returned to Sacrosanct, half starved and reeling from what she had survived had been seared into her mind and one glance was all it took for affirmation.

Of course Sorcha was confused, Carolina had been shifted at the time taking advantage of the leopard's lessened emotions and predatorial mind. She had felt like prey for too long before that. Eventually recognition breaks out on the other girl's face and the blonde feels her own smile grow slightly as she remembers that night as well. She nods in confirmation, glad that she seemed almost pleased at the fact which Carolina certainly was. She had always felt some kind of connection in that moment, the both of them bathed in moonlight with magic lingering in the air and earth all around them. It had stayed with her all this time though it sometimes felt more like a dream, she was glad it wasn't.

As Sorcha teased her with a nickname, which though not terribly creative was filled with such good nature she couldn't help the light laughter which bubbled from her pink lips. Though her next question regarding the ark sobered her slightly she shrugged it off for the moment. "My name is Carolina, pleased to meet you... officially." Shrugging a bit sheepishly she stepped forward slightly extending her hand to the other woman. Only then did she settle back on her heels a bit and prepare to answer her in regards to the Ark. She sighed slightly, the corners of her mouth pulling downwards in the barest in of a frown. "The Ark is... was great, the same as always. I worked as a bartender there for some time." She had to correct herself and knew that as someone who had spent time on the Ark Sorcha was sure to wonder why. "It sank suddenly not long ago, but I don't know why or how. We were packed to the gills for a fight night and there was a loud noise, it's a miracle we got everyone out unscathed."

Her head shook slightly, tousling the long wavy strands of dark blonde hair about her features. She could still remember the fear and terror that had permeated so many of their patrons aboard that boat as the realization that the huge, metal structure was surely sinking. It was pure luck and the packs hard work that everyone had escaped to safety. Though she had not lived there, the Ark had still been a home to her and a safe haven. While she was well aware of the less than savory things that had gone on there, it ironically had been her salvation upon her return to the city and gave her a second chance. "Tetra promises to rebuild, but I'm not sure how or where." She shrugged her slender shoulders not sure what else to say about it, she didn't know much else. She missed the noise, the charged atmosphere of the bar, it had kept her busy which she much preferred. Pushing away the thoughts she drug a hand through her hair habitually bringing a soft simper back to her features. "But it looks like you are doing well here, have you been here long?" She was curious to find out more about this girl she felt such a connection to despite their being veritable strangers. Life was funny like that.