An umbrella likely would have been a good idea, but Carolina hadn't cared to bring one when she had set out for her morning jog. She might regret it later, but at the moment she barely even notices the dampness that is seeping in to her clothing or that is making her hair plastered to her face. She's pushed herself, harder, faster, driven by those inner demons until she has to stop, short on breath, pace racing. Her sleep has gone back to erratic, and while she knows the root of it, she doesn't want to talk about it.

Not yet, if ever.

Cutting through the shop district, Carolina had been intent on returning back to her residence. Later, she might go out to see what the shops have to offer, stocking up their supplies some more. Paranoid, but she would rather be prepared. She is more or less lost in her own thoughts, or trying to keep certain thoughts out of her mind. It is why her eyes skip over him without really paying attention, before those green spheres dance back and she pauses. Her gaze drops to Atem, seated on the sidewalk. "Hey. Enjoying the weather?"