They don't need to

Carol floated there, bright against the void behind her. Talos faltered.

“Well?” she said, apparently unaware her suit had gone transparent. “See anything?”

“We can see…” Talos said. he hesitated, throat dry; his wife leant to the microphone for him.

“Nothing bad,” she said. “Just keep doing what you’re doing. Making life better for all of us.”

“Glad to,” Carol said.

She grinned; there were a few grumbles as she turned back around, but they were quickly stifled as the ship followed her shining bare ass on. One view or another, there was certainly no complaining.

Their saviour, resplendent and as good as utterly naked. Her suit was there, just essentially invisible. There was the occasional glimmer, but mostly the only clue that it was there was how her hair was pulled back, and the fact she was alive in space.

Carol flew on, for the moment blissfully unaware of the gathered Skrull congregating on the bridge, all grateful for the view of her behind.

Things were looking good. It was an hour or so before she grinned, turning back around.

“Going well, I th-” she began, then hesitated. “Why are there so many of- AHH!”

It had taken the stares of maybe a hundred Skrull for her to look down, suddenly becoming rather well acquainted with the sight of her shining body, her tits as bright as any star around her and bare to the watching eyes of the aliens.

She faltered, losing velocity for a moment as she crossed her arms, wide-eyed. When had- how long had-

Another shriek escaped her lips as she realised her pussy was in view, and hastily she ducked one arm lower, for a moment too panicked to think of anything but the fact that all those people must have just seen…

She floated for a moment, modesty barely protected by a slender arm and a lone hand, bare thighs exquisite and cleavage radiant.

Talos shrugged apologetically.

It was then Carol remembered she could fly, cheeks warming as she dove down and out of view of the glass.

Damn it, damn it… back inside, she told herself. Just get inside, and work out what the hell had made the projectors of her suit flicker out.

Flushing, she was most of the way to the airlock before her radio crackled.

“Carol?”

“You could’ve said something!” Carol said, voice high.

“Uh, yeah, just… Uh. Before you come back in, there’s a problem.”

“Huh? What now?!”