Space travel is as familiar to her as the back of her hand. It's been something that has been in existence for longer than she has been alive, yet as she has come to learn here, that isn't always the case. There are those who might have some form of it, and those who have not even thought to look to the stars and wonder what lay beyond. It isn't all sunshine and lollipops, as glamorous as it might seem.

She's already mentally adjusting. There are words that she herself is unfamiliar with, being that can do things that Carolina would not have thought possible. Then again, much of this place is something that doesn't seem possible. The Blues are from all different points in time, and while there might have been a momentary flash of, ha ha, you're trying to pull the wool over my eyes and now I'm going to beat the shit out of you moments, Epsilon's appearance had snuffed that out.

"How many?" If the thought had crossed her mind to keep count, it's clear that it hasn't. Project Freelancer had had them traveling through space, visiting different bodies, whether planets or otherwise. Carolina can admit that a fair number had been for a mission and nothing more, and aside from success or failure, it's not like she could give directions to a cafe or speak of their historical merit. As to an answer. "More than a handful."