She opened her eyes and looked at him with a flat and hard expression. "Well good for the Kree, yet another way you are so superior to us irrational knuckledraggers on this little mudball. Maybe I'm not made to be a hero. Maybe Carol's right and I am a coward. Why should I pretend to be something I'm not to satisfy others? I mean, clearly a hero would shrug all this off and brush off their shoulders, right? But instead all I feel is broken and used and hated. Again. So I must not have what it takes. Not everyone gets to be what they want, right?"
Rubbing her face with her jacket sleeve, she looked at the wall instead to sniff. "Seeing as she tossed me to Brand with a smirk and had the last word in our shouting match, that's Carol's call. I wouldn't hold my breath, she's got hero things to do. And Clint, if he wakes up, is going to realize he's been fucking a Skrull. I don't know how you Kree handle that kind of epiphany, but I can assure you touching or looking at me will gross him the fuck out. And I can't take that look on his face, I've seen it on everyone else's."