"The pleasure is mine, Sir." Old habits died hard, but Carol also held Steve Rogers with a special sort of respect. Even if it was hard to believe that this might be the actual Steve Rogers from her universe. He at least looked like he had on the reels.
Steve explained what he was doing and Carol's eyes traveled up the trees, nodding. "A boxing ring?" She grinned. "And exactly who are you going to box?" She figured he was just doing what she was trying to do; keeping busy and productive when there was nothing else immediately around. She could see a gym being useful, and even the boxing ring idea. She just wasn't sure there were enough people around who would take part.
"Need any help?" That seemed to be her catchphrase these days. She'd probably live to regret it eventually.