Carol had rolled her eyes at the comment about being after his heart, finishing the cigarette in her hand before stamping it out. "Don't worry, you're not exactly my type." Sort of. Truthfully, he was exactly her type but she'd be hard pressed to admit it. There was a reason she usually fell for women. They were stable, safe, and everything Carol was not. When she did fall for a man, it was one like Constantine. And it ended back for both people involved.
"Yeah. Bloody curious is right." She glanced at him with that devilish grin.
"Maybe a little. I was a pilot before...this." She held up a glowing fist then cocked her head. "Or did I tell you that? I swear sometimes people around here sometimes know more about me than I know about myself.