To be honest? Carol was working off the nervous energy brought on from being pent up. She wanted to be on that airfield looking out at the sky, not cooped up in a containment cell. So, she did the only thing one could do in this situation - rely on her military training. Discipline would see her through, but Danny's devil-may-care attitude drew out a rogue-ish reply of her own. Carol stood to her full height, eye-level with Danny.
"Because it makes me look more of bad ass," she retorted, lifting an arm to deliver a smooch to the area, all while flexing her bicep.
"...If that were possible," she added, thumbing her nose. There it was - that pilot's swagger.
She let the line about the jumpsuit pass her by. She had learned along time ago how to pick her battles and comments like that went kind of went with the territory of being a female in the military, who didn't always have the best track record when it came to sexism. Besides, she knew she was the best - best of the best - there would be no arguing with her. And anyone who said otherwise would have to tangle with these fists of fury.
She watched him bounce around. "Look kid, I don't want to have to hurt you," she said, slinging her hands in her pockets, control winning over, but God damn, if she didn't want to go a few rounds.