Evaan | Carol
"I am surrounded by captains." She said with a small, surprised expression. Steve had been upfront with it but with him, it seemed to just go along with everything else. Carol was clearly just sharing information, not making a point. Evaan had dealt with a great many officers who liked showing off their rank as a way to make them feel better about themselves, she was relieved that this vision before her wasn't like that. She put a hand to her chest, "Lieutenant."
Instead of worrying too hard over what a Kree or Nazi was Evaan pushed her glass forward, happily accepting the top-up. "Sounds like a bad situation. Our actual noble warrior heroes were slaughtered to a man by the Empire. The Galatic Empire. Bucket heads. They started blowing up planets, after that, we had to put them down. We were largely successful, or at least we were when I was back on Chanrila. Who knows what's going on now."
Evaan believed they should have been punished more severely, absolutely aware of how biased she was on the whole thing after what happened to Alderaan.
After a drink, and maybe a longer than necessary look into those stunning brown eyes, she nodded. "My hyperdrive, yeah. Yeah, I just pulled off the parts that were non-essential to containing the hypermatter. Someone offered magic or something like that, but I'm starting to think maybe leaving it to someone who isn't going to get so much as a split-end from being in an explosion might not be a bad idea. At this point, it should be easy as pulling a drink from a keg, which is fitting since I'll be storing it in a flask."