She gave Tony's hand one firm shake before detaching herself from him. She seemed less than impressed by the organized chaos that was enveloping them all to apparent by the expression affixed to the no nonsense Major's face. She wondered if maybe she should leave and come back at a better time, but she was hardly the type to bend towards the will of Tony Stark. Instead, Carol just stood there, hands slung in her pockets, waiting for everyone to clear out of the office.
She followed him to where he indicated, but refused to sit down right away. Instead, she just stood there, arms folded over her chest, hip resting against the back of the sofa adjacent to where Tony had seated himself, looking at him.
"Oh, I don't know - can you?" She asked, not at all enchanted by Tony's playboy charisma. She likened talking to Tony to a ping pong tournament - back and forth, back and forth. Still though, she her expression cracked with a smirk. Really, she wasn't that much of a miserable hard ass, she just had a dry sense of humor. And maybe, just a little, she didn't care for Tony's swagger.