Evaan | Carol
Evaan took a drink, mostly to save herself from saying something wildly inappropriate in regards to what else Carol could have made her do. She could be an obedient soldier, pilot, whatever when she wanted to. The whiskey must have been stronger than she thought because a part of her was sure it was making her flush. It had to be the alcohol, of course. She was mostly sure that women her age didn't blush at filthy thoughts.
"Captain Marvel? That a description or a name?" She asked, putting her empty glass down. Conserving whiskey? What was that? Evaan was pretty sure that was a horrible plan, probably one instituted by some moralistic bucket head commander that was fine with genocide but enjoying alcohol was an unforgivable personal flaw, all while likely fondling his expensive bottles of wine. By that logic enjoying a drink with a beautiful woman was down-right patriotic. "Though, that is a great name for a ship."
That eyebrow made Evaan smile wider than she had before, sure now that she had somehow become very lucky or Carol had far too much to drink. The fact that Carol was still upright and looking at her like that made her think lucky, though the whiskey had helped. "Oh, I welcome any help you and your indestructible hands can offer me. Especially with the hyperdrive." She shrugged a little, leaning in just a touch closer. "You probably can't help it anyway, right? The dangers of being so attractive. Even tachyons will trip over themselves to get close."