Carra stretches after they left and she looks at the Pegasus. “Well that was weird.” With a shrug, she gets out of the stalls, brushing the straw off of her, and she heads into the cabin to a low excited buzz about capture the flag. “Ooh something I’ll actually beat these crazies at,” she murmurs to herself. She takes the plaid shirt off, but stays in the same clothes, dreadfully simple compared to the wardrobe of her cabin mates. She smirks a little, glad she’d examined the camp on her way in.