She stumbles a little even after Carolina drags her up to her feet, but she steadies herself as she steps away and rolls her shoulders like she's shaking something off.

"We have ideas."

Not the same thing as an actual plan, not even close. They still don't have enough information for that, nor enough power behind them to push a plan ahead even if they did. They have ideas, theories, next steps to lead into next steps, and the most concrete of those are things she holds in confidence. Things she couldn't tell Carolina if she wanted to.

Doesn't want to keep talking about it here, either. Not with the eyes of the stagehands and the performers still too close. For now, their limbs and minds are their own, and whilst CT doesn't trust that to last she'll take what they can get. Time to get the hell out of this room.

Her legs still don't really want to cooperate and the fake undersuit is uncomfortable, but good enough to keep her decent for now without having to figure out what the hell happened to the clothes she arrived in.

Move. Out the doors. Assume Carolina will follow her.