Carol's gaze shifted around as they walked. This was so elaborate and detailed. Military men, drones, sounded like a conversation between Eugene and the late Abraham. Not that she known either man that well. She reached out and touched the wall, surprised at how real it felt. "My vaccinations were up to date." She said with a shrug. Why on Earth would her mind take her to thinking of that? Real vaccinations were extinct. She had no doubt the doctors left were finding the best ways they could to fight illness, but proper advanced vaccines were a thing of the past. She reached out again when they were in the elevator, trying to open the doors, then closed her eyes. This wasn't real. No need for a damn claustrophobic attack.
Carol stopped at the door. Her certainty that this was all in her mind had been wearing down. Her face hardened and she looked down at the 'cat'. "Who and what are you really? You mentioned drones. Are you a drone, some ass talking to me through a walkie-talkie in this cat toy?" There was no fear in voice. She didn't worry for herself. She worried about what she might do to others, if she had to defend herself.