"Technically I let a kid name him Egg," Caro says with a shrug. "I had no idea what to name a dog." The dog in question trots along agreeably, at least for the moment.

As they walk, Caro mostly keeps her sights on the Peacekeeper ahead of her. She doesn't get the impression that he's leading them into some sort of trap or something, and she's pretty sure Walter is keeping an eye out anyway. Her attention drifts for a moment and then she suddenly realizes... she's looking at a Peacekeeper's ass. What the fuck, Lichfield. She's annoyed with herself, and even more annoyed when she notices that it's a nice ass. Stupid Peacekeepers and their stupid tight pants. Caro's glad it's so cold; hopefully no one will catch on that she's blushing a little. She decidedly aims her eyes elsewhere and... oh hey, they're heading for the Victors' Village. Huh.