Carol had gotten her barrings and had wondered around for a bit. Things were still kind of fuzzy to her, but at least she could remember her own damn name. She was Ms. Marvel, and she was stuck on a living psychic ship. God knew where in space they were, but she figured it didn't really matter. It didn't look like she was going to be able to fly out of here. She didn't want to risk that anyways. She hadn't been able to test her powers yet, to see if they were still on the fritz or if exploding into rainbows had helped.

As she wondered around she spotted a few people she might want to talk to. But first things first. She had to find out more about why they were here. Someone had to have some mission specs or something, right? They weren't just here, because.. that wouldn't make any sense. Well it would, but she doubted that it'd be that easy. So when she finally spotted the rather large, built man standing watch over them all. She figured he'd be the one to ask. He had to be military, or at least a warrior.

She used her red sash to tie her hair back, and then approached him with a soft business smile.

"Sir?" Even though it was formed as a question, she wasn't as nervous as she probably should have been. The man was at least two feet taller than her, and any other woman probably would have stayed away. But she wasn't a normal woman. She was Ms. Marvel, and she would never forget that.