[She'd seen the post, of course. She'd seen it, she'd remembered way too clearly her own similar sort of situation, and she'd refrained from repeating any of the panicked calls like she'd felt the impulse to. Either Charlie was okay, or she'd... well, come back again.
Carrie's glad to see it's at least partially the former.
She hits the roof lightly behind her, the slight noise her first so far and entirely intentional. She doesn't say anything, but heads over with a casual air. What, don't people usually run into each other on rooftops?]
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Carrie's glad to see it's at least partially the former.
She hits the roof lightly behind her, the slight noise her first so far and entirely intentional. She doesn't say anything, but heads over with a casual air. What, don't people usually run into each other on rooftops?]