This is going to be a mess. Times like this, Carol missed the simplicity of test pilot. If things go bad, well, it's just you. Maybe whatever unhappy lizard you crashed into. Now? Now she was dealing with intergalactic politics and feuds and war fronts and man if you didn't want a drink at moment like this.
She listened offhandedly to the banter and geeking over new toys that went boom, but turned from the black to sweep the perimeter of the area again. Steering Ronan to the Blue would be her first action, but damn if making sure the coast was clear wasn't a bad idea.