The exchange between the two men was interesting. So Quill likes to steal things from people and keep all the profit. Her chocolate gaze flicked to the man she was with as her eyes narrowed in a disapproving glare. If he thought he was going to cheat her out of her share of the profit he didn’t know what was coming and let’s just say… it would be bad for him and his kneecaps if he tried to double cross her. Her gaze moved back to the blue man on the screen who began to ramble on about how he saved Quill from getting eaten by his men and seeing as though Nikki was half Terran, it probably wouldn’t be the best idea for her to be around his men. Where his men the so called ‘friends’ of Quill’s that tried to beat the crap out of him. Huh, interesting choice of ‘friends’.

Though Quill’s reaction to the story said that he had heard it multiple times; so this was ‘Yondu’s’ fall back story when Quill did something wrong; almost lecturing him like a small child. What an interesting relationship these two must have. Nikki’s gaze turned back to Quill as Yondu began to yell at him about not hanging up; Quill’s comical way of doing it did cause her to smirk slightly before the screen went black and the dining area lost the glow from the screen. Just because what he did was humorous didn’t mean that Nikki forgot the point that was made to her thanks to Yondu, Quill was all for himself and could double cross her. Could, being the key word if he could handle her trying to slice him in half. Maybe she needed to demonstrate her skills whenever they got to their destination so she could instill the idea of ‘DO NOT CROSS HER’ in his head. Actions do speak louder than words.

A blue eyebrow rose in his direction as he gave her the scolding look and told her the first rule of his ship. Her eyes rolled dramatically before she turned the gaze back to him. “What rule is clean up after yourself?” She said in a sarcastic manner, he couldn’t kick her out into the depths of Space for being a smartass but she gestured towards the mess on the table and the plaster of purple goop on the screen. “If you didn’t have a mess, things wouldn’t get accidently turned on.” She wasn’t very playful in her tone but her hint of sarcasm showed that somewhere, deep down inside of her was the joking sarcastic fun-loving princess that used to be on her home planet. But for now… well she wasn’t exactly present. 

Rising from the seat she leaned against the table slightly and looked around, “All and all it’s not a bad ship.” She said in a simple matter-of-fact tone. “How many rooms and bathrooms does it have?” It’s funny how a ship is pretty much Terran mobile home. Except in a lot better state than most mobile homes; at least that’s the way her mother described it. She’s never actually been to Earth.