Carol tipped her head, she couldn't exactly say she was the typical woman. "Fair enough. Who am I to argue with an 'old kung fu teacher'? Yeah, I guess you're right. Then after a beat, "'The only thing keeping me here' bit, not 'impressive' part."
Her face contorted into what one could only assume was skepticism at Danny Rand's request. She really didn't prescribe to...hoodoo, or whatever it was he was going to do, something that was all too apparent judging by the expression claiming her features. His faltering words did nothing to convince her otherwise and Carol just looked at him, with a brow cocked.
Still, though orders were orders and she would comply. "Alright fine," she said detaching herself from the pull bar to close the distance.
She looked down at his offered hand and then back up at his face, feeling, all of a sudden, completely out of her element. Carol didn't really respond well to nurturing - molly coddling, that's how she thought of it it. Nor did she respond to being touched (in any kind of positive way) and hand-holding was far too intimate an act for Carol to be comfortable. She was a soldier in the United States Air Force, she was double hard.
Carol cleared her throat. "I'm not afraid." She said it and meant it, even when his hands started glowing again. They had already proven that she was bulletproof, what was a little glow going to do?