Well at least he could parse the nuances of snark, that was a plus. Hate for all of their banter to be one-sided, after all. She peered around, looking anywhere in case something clawed and ugly was about to jump them. "Yeah, well, I'm sure who ever built this ship thought the Kree were a bunch of snot-nosed punks that'd blow their hands off a stick of dynamite, too," she said while looking around a corner, checking her gauntlet. Life signs. Balls.