Carol, currently, is working her way through an old school Earth pizza, sitting cross-legged on the edge of her Kree-style bed. It's an odd dissonance of human casual and alien design that would throw anyone for a loop. She honestly looks more confused than anything that John is there, but he also isn't looking great on his feet.

So she picks up the box and holds it out to him.

"You look like you could use some pizza."