No, but she did ask if they’d like to keep the skin on their face… Probably too far, right?

Well it was someone.

He can come, but they’re all avoiding her now so there’s no fun to be had.

“Why do you enjoy chaos so much?” She’s staring at him as he goes about making himself a coffee before giving him a look of disgust. “No on the coffee. It smells burnt.”

“You’ll never get it.”

“Don’t make trouble with the weird people.”

“Rocket…”

Squinting at him.

Harder squinting. She doesn’t smile.

Her hands slowly move down to his on her waist and then removed them so she could take a small step back. “Not right now.”

There’s an eyebrow raise. “Everything is fine. I just don’t want to be touched right now.”

“I’m good with where I am right now.” She’d lean back against the wall and would watch him. “What’s up?”

Narrowing her eyes a little.

Slow stretching and yawning. It’s way too early.

There’s a deep sigh. “You’re on your own.”

Waves him off a little and then settles herself at the console.

She’ll be on the ship, hiding in the nice climate control, if anyone needs her.

Loud yawning. “Who messed with my stuff?”

She’s going looking for Quill. She knows he touched her stuff. He’s always messing with her stuff.

Just staring.