Evaan | Carol
Carol laughed and shook her head. Okay, she'd definitely ask more about it later. Maybe when she wasn't drinking and if she got to know Evaan more. Maybe not. It depended on whether or not she even remembered this conversation tomorrow (which might not happen if she kept drinking her own bar out of house and home).
Okay, that was an interesting roster. Carol raised her eyebrow, cocking her head and nodding. "Pilot, huh?" Oh yes, she knew she liked this woman. Of course, she'd already heard the woman talking about her downed ship, but this just confirmed it. "I'm going to be level with you and say I have no idea who the Gold Squadron are or what you are rebelling against, but I can relate to the flying bit. Yeah, I flew for the American Air Force. Captain Carol Danvers, technically." Not that it meant anything to the woman on the other side of the bar.
"But that was a long time ago. I've also worked with the Kree Starforce for a few years- I try not to think about that too much. They think of themselves as noble warrior heroes, but they're more like galactic Nazis." Yeah, Carol was just a little bit bitter about her time with the Kree. Time to finish the cup of whiskey and pour a little more. She offered to top Evaan off too if she wanted. It was clear Carol could hold her liquor.
"Sooo.....this hyperdrive of yours. Still, need help with it? Noticed you haven't blown yourself up, yet- that's good."