“ - What song are you listening to ? “

There’s curiosity shinning in her gaze like constellations of the night, lips curved upward in a kind smile as a finger arises to point at his earbuds. Oh she’s heard terran music before, plenty of times as of recent - but to see such a mundane device as this so far in the galaxy is certainly WONDERFUL to see.

❛ peter jason quill. origin, terra. ❜ there’s a pause, and a mechanical tilt of her head. ❛ record expunged by the nova core. files deleted. ❜ the artificial beauty’s lips curled into a smile, though cold around the edges — can androids feel?

           “  what  do  you  MEAN  my  winking  isn’t   d  i  s  c  r  e  t  e  ??  “ 

there are certain stall owners on PERSEPHONE who like to peddle their wares as though it’s priceless, but really, in the honest meaning of the word — it’s JUNK. companions are usually given WIDE berth, a sort of begrudging respect by the people who will never end up on their lists, and she’s used to the JUDGING looks from women. of course, it would help if she looked where she was going — looking off to the LEFT as she walked meant she ran straight into his chest. startled, she stepped back, looking up.

❛ oh, i’m so sorry. i didn’t look where — are you alright? ❜

            ❝----------- when someone saves your life you’re supposed to say THANK YOU. It’s proper etiquette, y’know. I could have just let the big scary aliens shoot you or take you or whatever they were planning to do.❞ there’s an annoyed sound from her throat as she dusted her hands off ( more out of habit than them actually being dirty considering she only used her powers ) as she hopped over a downed body, one of about twenty that she had knocked around. 

                   It felt good to flex the ol mana reserves. She wasn’t gonna lie.

⦕Tʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?⦖

The embers slit into squints as he stares Peter.