He exhales — audibly — through his nose. Intrinsically, Peter doesn't disagree with her assessment: magic and science are, like, weirdly aligned but that doesn't mean Drax ever errs anywhere near the side of correct with his assumptions. More to the point, Peter's not sure if he'd ever let the words 'optimism' and 'Drax' meet in the same paragraph, let alone sentence.
"When you say back to, you mean—?" The question hangs in the air and he, finally, sits up and faces her. She looks as human as he is, but he knows assuming is a brilliant way to offend-slash-upset-slash-make-an-enemy. Nevertheless—
He leans forward: she's not Kree, she could be a Skrull, he supposes, but given the circumstances he's not entirely convinced. After deciding he's not going to fill in the blanks, actually, he asserts— "Peter Quill." Beat. "Star-Lord." Saviour of the galaxy is left unsaid — gotta be humble once in a while, right? And it's a little embarrassing for said saivour to find themselves on a backwater planet with no crew and no ship and no idea how to leave.
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"When you say back to, you mean—?" The question hangs in the air and he, finally, sits up and faces her. She looks as human as he is, but he knows assuming is a brilliant way to offend-slash-upset-slash-make-an-enemy. Nevertheless—
He leans forward: she's not Kree, she could be a Skrull, he supposes, but given the circumstances he's not entirely convinced. After deciding he's not going to fill in the blanks, actually, he asserts— "Peter Quill." Beat. "Star-Lord." Saviour of the galaxy is left unsaid — gotta be humble once in a while, right? And it's a little embarrassing for said saivour to find themselves on a backwater planet with no crew and no ship and no idea how to leave.