Brain slightly fogged by sleep, Carrie didn't completely notice that there was something off about Dick. She knew him well enough that something registered, she just didn't pay much attention to it yet. Carrie glanced at the clock. It wasn't so early that she couldn't go out for a quick superhero run. "Can I come with you?" She picked herself up off the bed and got to her feet. Expecting the answer to her question to be yes, she snatched up the red vest that was in a small pile of clothes on the floor.
She started to unbutton her jeans. Before pulling them off completely, she moved to a corner where Dick left his Nightwing gear. "I'm running low on batarangs," she said, by way of explanation as to why she was taking some of his wingdings. When her hands ran over velvet she frowned and moved closer to see what could have been so soft in the middle of sharp and mostly metallic gear.