She huffs the faintest laugh at the words red-headed pistol, lips quirking despite herself. "Good luck."

She's not too worried about how he'll handle it. Really, if she's worried about anyone's behaviour in that interaction, it's Carolina's, but Crichton's good at adapting on the fly. He'll figure it out.

"I'm not actually a hundred percent sure why the Director chose states, except that he's an Earthborn American himself. He lived in Texas for most of his adult life, I think?" He seemed to have a fondness for the state, anyway, possibly through his wife. "But we had every— or, no, almost every state. There was only one Carolina. So, yeah, we— had a Florida. He was... strange."

Being generous. He actually fucking terrified her, by the end, featured in her nightmares. Hard to think about him without flinching.