Humans are messy. It's a fact of life, and one that isn't likely to change for some time-if ever at all. It's in their nature, in fact, and it's perhaps a miracle that Carly has her head still on her shoulders by the time 9S arrives. But somehow, she does, and for the moment she's putting away a few outfits from the earlier demonstration. Consultations are....over, for the most part.

They'll be off in just an hour, quite likely.

And yet in comes a voice-and for a moment she thinks of Peridot, and the Engineer's moaning on the radio. The quick shouts to not say anything, that she was only looking for advice, and-

....

...She forces a smile on her face, and turns. "Eh? Well, actually, it looks like I'm about to be...really not busy," she laughs, rubbing her head. "So.... No problems there..!"

Ahem.

"...What is it?"