She's giving it some real thought, the rebel punk bit in her warring with the last year of tactics training.

"...You're building a local mshcha'callit. Institution. Huh. I, uh, technically dropped school a year ago to work with the Boss and never looked back, but I can see how it'd work, if you've got the money and the enforcement."

"It's kinda like - my Boss has this group called the Batboys. It's not as formal as all that, but some of 'em stay with us, learn with us, bring back the gear and methods and the ideals and put 'em home, spread it. Former gangers, real nasty, not anymore. Wild bunch, though. Uh, real into - body modding also? Or?" The last bit is said in a quizzical tone, as Carrie jerks her chin towards Saturday, eyes flicking in acknowledgement of her... pointed ears.