"oh- woah, hey, uh-" Admittedly when Carol landed in this planet, she wasn't so thrilled about all the formal wear, and yeah she might've made a snide comment to Kamala about not being able to wait to get out of this dress, but, you know, she was a princess on another planet, it was common courtesy, and Carol is nothing short of manners. Totally.

"And.. there goes my dress.." she tuts, watching as the fabric falls to the floor. It's hard to feel exposed when you have another alien species undressing you so quietly, with nothing else to say but the quiet words of her majesty told me to assist your bathe

Honestly, it's a little cute how you advert eye contact. Like maybe she was a higher being. Or maybe you're just flustered, "uh, i can- you know, i got my.." she gestured to her undergarments awkwardly, turning with that look she gives, the one where her lips kind of curl in to form a sort of line when she wants to dismiss something,

It's a little embarrassing, feeling your gaze boreing into her. But you seem so.. null. And she wonders if it's just your role in the kingdome, but she almost feels sympathetic. It's like you're used to doing stuff like this. Being at everyone's beck and call. And, it's as if, this moment was a break for you. She's almost flattered.

"But, you know, if.. you want, you can.. help me in the tub, i guess." She turns to you, hoping there's not too much of a language barrier, every ounce of her clothing discarded. Carol never asks for help. Never really needs it. Don't take it the wrong way. She just wants you to feel useful, is all, maybe make you smile.

Which she has no idea why she feels that way, but she tries to shake it off, "c'mon, don't be shy. You must help people everyday."