"You must have taken one too many shots to the head, you trumped-up walking hemorrhoid," she shot back. "If you can't remember, like, five minutes ago." Mar Vell was trying to get in between them but Jessica was sick and tired of being pushed around by these people. Besides, Ronan wanted to see if Earthers were worth considering enemies, to dissect her to see what as so special. Worse came to worse, she'd get killed and it'd be explained away as a result of her inferior intellect or whatever bullshit Mar Vell would say.
"Wow, this is the best of your military branch, Mar Vell? Some air bag with an itchy trigger finger?" she asked with acid in her voice. She snickered and flexed her fingers, coiling for what was doubtlessly coming. Sneering, she bared a feral smile at the hulking Kree. "Guess Veranke was right, trust a Kree to only slink in when the fighting's done and there's corpses to fleece."