She looked up as the Kree, this Mar-Vell, came flying over in worry and concern, letting the unfinished commands disappear from the screen while she turned to face him. He was worried about the green bezerker that they had gotten rid of. It had be a wise choice, Banner's brute could make too many fights go sour for the Kree force and they chose caution over confidence. She frowned accordingly.
But this could be useful, she mulled over, this turn of events. Nodding, Namora turned and turned to get the stargate ready. "We don't have much time, if he goes mad there, it'll be near impossible to contain him to get him back."