Carol let out an exhale with each lift of her arms. Her arms apart, pushing up and lowering down in controlled movements. The steady pace of her push-ups and she paused as she pushed up when he asked her of her own weakness. Where did he want to start? Her damaged relationships from her alcoholism, how she was pretty sure Cap had a hard time trusting her sometimes when there were big events because she might go off the bandwagon, her own estrangement from her family which played a key part into her mood right now, and the fact that she could let people like Namor get under her skin.
She held the position briefly and said, "You remembered how you asked me about my family and I said we didn't talk?" It might be best to point out to him why she was angry and then maybe he might be less curious. Or more. She wasn't sure. She didn't feel like she could talk to many people about this, and hell, she was deciding to tell Namor. She really had run out of people to talk to, hadn't she? Though in their fighting and arguing, she knew that he might judge her, but at least he was honest about it. Sometimes she needed that, and maybe she needed someone to tell her to stop being an idiot. The only other person who might do that was Hill and Carol wasn't big on talking to SHIELD's deputy director.
"It has to do with that," she said standing up and stretching one arm across her chest, "next week is...it's an anniversary. My parents are going to be there, and last year I didn't have to deal with it and the year before that I handled it in a way that got me in trouble. So yeah, I'm agitated because I don't want to deal with it but it's unavoidable." She wasn't going to skip out on visiting Steven's grave because her dad might give her a hard time about why he was six feet under.