Peter was soon met with the girl following right after him. It shouldn't have surprised him. After tr talk of money, and how she needed some... Curse his Quill charm! "No, no Star-Lords. I'm the only one, remember?" He said, glancing back now and again to make sure there wasn't an angry mob. "Xandar is the home to the nova corps, you know... The galactic police. It's also home to a lot of suppliers and people wanting certain objects..." He stopped, and faced her. "We could split this profit. 70-30." He clapped his hands together, her look didn't seem so appreciative... "Okay... 60-40.... 55-45, and that's because I paid for your breakfast." He said with a nod. This was going to be an alright flight. Going to get a lot of money, spending a couple of days on a ship with an attractive woman... Hopefully he could keep most of the money somehow. No he may be the infamous outlaw, but he's a man of his word.