Carolina should have learned by now that the Ark was always full of surprises, and even a random week day afternoon with a delivery which should have been nothing but mundane wasn't what it originally seemed. The appearance of a small creature made entirely from flame should was just the cherry on top of it all. As soon as her original terror had worn off upon realizing that the burning was apparently restricted to the box atop which the fox perched that rather stereotypical curiosity was quick to replace it. The urge to let her fingers dance through the flickering tendrils of its body a growing concern, though at least as she extended her hand Sly did inform her that his familiar would only burn if he wanted to. While he finished the task of assembling Tet's desk, the were was all too happy to focus her attention on his companion carrying on that easy conversation as he went. It seemed his little friend was rather a mystery even to the warlock himself, which she found somehow fitting with the limited knowledge she had gained about him in the last few hours.

It was truly just enjoyable to be able to figuratively let her hair down, the lack of expectations or history between two veritable strangers was so freeing. Though that thought wasn't truly at the forefront of her mind as she pointed her finger right at the tip of the fox's nose, a true laugh ringing from her lips as he jumped backwards, her fingers falling to run across the soft carpet of the floor and dancing back and forth as she chased Mihai while he playfully jumped around. A small gasp drawn from her as the familiar suddenly shifted forms, no small amount of wonder in her hazel eyes as a bird now fluttered just before her eyes until it darted off to alight the blonde's shoulder. That ability for his familiar to shapeshift apparently very unique to Mihai, and it seemed to her that fact unsettled Sly to some extent. She mulled the idea over for a few moments as she watched the hummingbird preen each flaming feather before commenting on her own interpretation of what his familiars' ability might indicate.

There was undoubtedly a kindred spirit shared between the two, she could read that same adaptability... survivability that she herself had to employ more than once in him and voiced as much. It seemed Sly understood the implication as she watched a vague smile appear and he even mused that maybe one day Mihai would pick a form when he himself finally settled down. "Well definitely don't pick furniture delivery, no matter how much you might enjoy it. I can't imagine Mihai wanted to get stuck as a beaver or something." Her teasing tone echoed his own followed by a reminder as his own good nature for dealing with her little prank from earlier.

His light, rumbling laugh filled the space, brightening the smile on her own face as he issued an easy retort. "Fair, it has been put to the test today." That was apparently his perfect segue to remind her of the drink she had promised earlier today. Naturally she couldn't very well renege on it now, after all what could one drink really hurt, and she had already admitted to herself that she rather enjoyed their time together. A quick stop into one of the closets for a vacuum to clean up those ashes that were scattered across the carpet; bringing up the need for a plethora of such appliances throughout the ship. "Oh yeah, obviously there's a cleaning service on board but these are a necessity still." A smile on her lips as she tossed the stick vacuum back into the closet before the pair proceeded back downstairs and to the bar which always felt a bit like coming home.

This was her element, a sort of comfort always coming from the feel of that smooth wood below her fingers as she ran them along its surface. Turning back to face the warlock once more she offered to let him pick their drinks, she was atoning for her sins after all. Her eyes flickered to his lips as his tongue flicked over them while he considered, better not to let that distract her. Instead she forced herself to follow his gaze to where the wide variety of bottles literally lined the walls. She nodded in approval as he made that decision. "Gin and tonic it is." Taking a moment she considered the options, but his mention of English blood had her reaching for the Tanqueray and placing it on the bar between them, two glasses quickly joining them. She moved with a grace while she worked behind the oak counter that only came with long nights of practice wielding these ingredients while slinging drinks for the Ark's patrons.

Her turquoise gaze flitting to her audience as she upturned the bottle and poured the Gin into each glass, counting the pour in her head for the perfect amount and only looking away as she finished and placed the bottle down. Reaching down she grabbed the hose for the tonic water, filling each glass once more and finishing each with a lime wedge. She sat both drinks on a napkin and pushed them towards Sly before walking around the bar and perching on the barstool beside him. Raising her glass to Sly in a mock salut she waited to see his reaction to the drink before sampling it herself, a bartender always proud of her work. Even before he voiced his approval, she could read it on his face and proceeded to sip her own to confirm just how damn good she was at her job. "Thanks, practice makes perfect and all that jazz." Her drink joined his own on the bar once more as he faced her fully once more, something obviously on his mind but the proposition he made about playing a game was not what she had expected him to say.

"Sure, what did you have in mind?" Carolina had some measure of trust that the man wasn't a complete psychopath but not knowing where he was going with this game of his had a certain kind of intrigue licking up her spine. That curiosity ever plainly written on her face as he laid out his plan, questions that she would have to answer without thinking. Seemingly innocuous enough, and after all what did she have to lose? "Alright, fire away." A hint of challenge in her voice, she leaned back slightly as he proceeded to rattle off his five questions. Fighting against instinct she swallowed for just a moment before replying, ticking off each answer on slender fingers. "Okay so, my favorite color is blue, but like clear ocean blue. Favorite food is definitely sushi, I would take someone out for a good Alaksan roll. I regret... leaving this place once it... it didn't end well." A slight shake of her head there, one hand rising to twirl a strand of blonde hair in habit. "I don't regret coming back at all, both to Sacro and the Ark. Saved my life." Her shoulders shrugged lightly, too much to unpack from those two questions alone. "And my middle name is Grace."

Leveling a smile at him for a moment she picked up her glass for another long, enjoyable pull of liquor which gave her the time to consider her own questions. "Your turn." She said finally with a playful wink. "What is your favorite movie? Where are you originally from? If you could go anywhere where would it be? Favorite guilty pleasure? And what is one thing you have always wanted to do?"