Carol smiled and shrugged. "How old was the Carol you knew? Or how old do you think she was?" Carol was curious, cocking her head to the side and trying to guess herself. "Do you know when she served in the military?" That could say a lot, too.
"I was born 1960. The crash happened in '89. So...that's why I'm a little bit behind in Earth culture. The last time I was here- well, there was 1995."
The question about Maria brought a sad smile to her face, but she nodded. She was clearly proud. "Yeah. Monica Rambeau. She was my...best friend's little girl." Carol wasn't sure how to explain that relationship to anyone here yet. That was something she wanted to keep personal.
"She was about 12 the last time I saw her, and still causing trouble wherever she went. She'd probably be about 35 or 36 now."