You don't have one. Not here, anyway.

[Connie counters but there's a bit more amusement in her tone than before. Nice try, Tucker.]

She's messing with you, then. [Connie grins, shaking her head a little as she winces in memory.]

Yeah, once on shore leave. South got on the microphone at karaoke night in some bar and tried to make it into a competition and Carolina stepped up to the plate.

We're not allowed in there anymore. [Not that they'd really had the chance to go back lately.]