It warmed her heart to see how Mira reacted to her appearance in the empty lounge of the Ark, the brightening of her stunning smile and how her eyes shone when Carolina pulled her in for a quick embrace. It was incredible how much even this shiny, new ship was coming to feel like home now that her friend had gotten her hands on it. Though the list of what still needed to be done was daunting to say the least, Carolina was rather eager at an evening of hard work side by side with Mira. Her admittance that she had actually missed the grind had her own smile curve knowingly, a sentiment the pair apparently shared. "I know exactly what you mean," the southerner commiserated with a wink, "I felt like I was going crazy cooped up at home with nothing to do." The time after the Ark had sunk until Tetradore created it anew had been nice at first, an abundance of free time, but Carolina had never done well with stagnation.

Pulling her hair back into the messy ponytail felt like coming home as the two settled in behind the bar, though the impromptu inquiry about her tolerance paused her for a moment or two. Answering she finished twisting that tie around her blonde locks, though she had to suppress a laugh at the follow up regarding her past. Oh, the stories she could tell! And depending how freely the liquor flowed tonight that could be a distinct possibility. Despite her parents best effort to keep their 'delicate flower' sheltered and safe Carolina had a wild streak a mile wide in her wake before she left her hometown in the dust. "If only you knew." Her accented voice lowered conspiratorially, one brow raising in mock intrigue and mystery. "And what about yourself, going to be able to hold your own Ms. Bar Manager?" Her teasing tone carried over the soft drone of the music that still filled the bar, having no doubt whatsoever that Mira could handle just about anything. Those who worked around the drunk were population of Sacrosanct had to be tough by necessity, but it was more than a little fun for them both to find some humor in it all.

Glancing back at the sprawling boxes behind the bar and placing her hands on her hips Carolina tried to figure out just where to start on the long list of things that needed to be done, asking Mira's opinion on whether they should have a few drinks first instead. Naturally the other were seemed to have the best plan of them all, Carolina nodding her approval at the plan she laid out. "Absolutely brilliant, I hope Tet knows how lucky he is. I'll dig into these" She laughed lightly, a drink would definitely make the mountain of work before them go much quicker not to mention be more enjoyable. The light that danced in her eyes reflected back at her in the amber tones of the bar's manager, oh what trouble they could get up to. The ark had better watch out.

Carolina watched as Mira retrieved two sparkling glasses and placed them on the bar with ease that only came with practice, those moves caused by endless repetition which she knew all too well. She was bending down to begin sifting through the seemingly endless pile of boxes and alcohol, pausing only at Mira's question of her preferred liquor. "Oh I'm a fan of them all," she tossed over her shoulder, turning slightly to glance up at the dark haired woman, "but Whiskey is my favorite for sure. It's a southern thing." Her shoulders shrugged slightly as if that might be obvious. "What are you thinking?" With an experienced bartender like her friend in charge of the drinks there was no doubting that the result would be both delicious and strong. Turning back to the boxes after a moment Carolina began to dig out the familiar bottles and placing them in relatively the same places they had been housed in the old bar, it would make things easier to find once things got busy later as they no doubt would. Behind her the soft sounds of liquid being poured already had her stomach warming at the thought. Oh yes, tonight would be fun indeed she had no doubt.