Carol didn't pay Rand much mind as he got himself settled, only vaguely wondering what his shtick was. Psychologist, maybe? That'd be new. It was one of the types of tests they hadn't conducted. He certainly didn't look like the other three that were there earlier in the day, which was to say he didn't strike her as military. Carol only felt slightly annoyed by this - she wasn't a touchy feely kind of a gal and she certainly wasn't a quack who needed a head-shrinker. She reserved any further judgment, thought, until Rand introduced himself more properly.
When he did, Carol detached herself from the bar to leaned forward to give his hand a firm shake, noting he did not introduce himself as Doctor.
"Major Carol Danvers. United States Air Force," she said before reaching up and gripping the chin-up bar once more. It was a little bit lower then it ought to have been, so Carol compensated by bending her legs, hooking them together at the ankle. Any charm that might have been expelled by Rand was lost on the no-nonsense Major as she continued her workout.
"I was in a nuclear accident," she answered honestly. She figured that she would be allowed to speak frankly, having not been advised otherwise and figuring it was alright to do so because if they didn't want Rand here, he wouldn't be - this being Area 51 and all.
"I think they're waiting to see if I grow a third arm."