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"Yeah. We boarded that highly-suspect warship Danvers pinged," Rocket said.
"It was an infectious garbage scow." Nebula added, with a scowl.
"So, thanks for the hot tip." Rocket said to Carol sarcastically.
"Well, you were closer," Carol shrugged.
"Yeah. And now we smell like garbage."
"You get a reading on those tremors?" Nat asked Okoye, changing the subject before Rocket and Carol kept arguing.
"T'was a mild subduction under the African plate," Okoye answered.
"Do we have a visual? How are we handling it?" Nat asked.
"Nat. It's an earthquake under the ocean. We handle it by not handling it," Okoye deadpanned. It was clear Natasha was stressing so much. Like she needed something to do with her time.
"Carol, are we seeing you here next month?" Nat asked.
"Not likely."
"What? You gonna get another haircut?" Rocket asked. He was referring to the recent haircut Carol had gotten. It was very short but it suit her style a lot. It was like Makena liked to call a "lesbian-cut". Carol didn't even argue when she said that because she wasn't exactly wrong.
"Listen, fur face. I'm covering a lot of territory. The things that are happening om Earth are happening everywhere. On thousands of planets." Carol pointed out.
