Caroline knelt down, still quite unable to understand the full details behind what was going on. There may as well have been an affair behind everyone in the room! The man, Jojo's longing for the Donatella woman Bud had mentioned earlier, brought a tinge of sympathy alongside her confusion. So she wasn't the only one here who sought a loved one. Tragicomic.
As much as she tried to keep an ear out for clues and context, her attention was half rapt by the spirit, at least, she thought it was a spirit, alongside her. Moments after finishing her conversation with Bud, Caroline decided to see if this thing would follow her. To her surprise, it did just that, trailing mere inches behind her ever step.
Now, she directed its attention to a stray twirling noisemaker that had been left on the floor. While she hadn't quite figured it out yet, her stand seemed bonded to her thoughts. Her will. She tried to make it pick the object up, but rather it simply swatted and fumbled at it, like a cat playing with string. Five awkward retrievals later, the stand wrapped its long fingers around the thing's handle, and Caroline attempted to will it to spin. The stand attempted this to the best of its ability, but ended up flailing its arm in a nimble, yet unorganized array of swings.
First a cat, now a drunken boxer... Caroline mused, as the toy inadvertently fly from the stand's grip, clattering across the hard floor. Whatever this thing can do, I hope it gets easier, if Nil truly expected it to protect me.
Do something unexpected, she directed it, in an attempt to find out whether it was sentient, or simply a psychic manifestation.
As though picking up on what had caught Caroline by surprise before, the stand wheeled around and hugged her with its long arms. Her eyes and mouth both seemed to gape in surprise. Then, with a mere thought from Caroline, the stand dropped her. She looked down at it, and smiled.
"Hm hm... I think I'll call you, Teo Torriate."
