Her heart? What was that? All Carol new of the heart was that it was a fatty globule in one's chest gushing blood - she presumed she had one. Somewhere. What possibly could Rand have gotten from that? Maybe other than a history of poor diet and not at all what he was alleging.
Carol didn't like where this conversation was going. Also, she didn't care for his assumption, that she needed to talk about something - she didn't. At least not with someone she hardly knew, not that she was admitting anything...
Fact of the matter was it was nearly five years to the day, since what happened if Afghanistan took place. Five years...and not a day didn't go by that she didn't think about it. There was a small portion of her that wish she had died that day (and maybe a piece of her did), because living through what had happened and what she did -what she had to do- was literally hell on Earth. Maybe it was fresh on her mind, maybe she was projecting...no. Carol pushed those thoughts from her mind. There was just no way Danny could have picked up on that. It had to have been a coincidence. It had to have been conjecture.
When he switched tactics, she cocked her head back. "Me? Hit you? A kung fu guru? You're probably all quick. ...And kung fu like. That's not a fair match." Then, she added, with a hint of a smirk. "Besides if I do get a piece of you, you wouldn't be getting back up." Carol could bench press 80 tons, even if she hit him with a fraction of that, there was no way he was walking away from that.