Cher-ol / OTA
Carol had been fighting against the aliens for a little while now, having managed to fly up and take one of the ships out pretty easily, though the resulting debris had been something else. She'd spent time catching it and then guiding the remains of the ship away from the city, realizing that simply punching THROUGH the goddamn thing over a crowded metropolis wasn't going to work.
But the ordeal and the hangover were taking it out of her and she landed to catch her breath, the dress she woke up wearing was definitely worse for wear.