"Yes," Nikki said with a small laugh that rang like bells through the cockpit. "Your wine. He said that you wouldn't mine but it's a shame he didn't know about my love for potato fingers and beer or he might have attempted to find some in the kitchen." Her voice was teasing and soft as she leaned back against him. Her body molding in with his as his arms stayed wrapped around her. God this felt so... So...

"My type?" She repeated; a smile in her voice with her eyes still closed. She never actually had time to think about that question. Did she even have a 'type' to begin with? Her people were slaughtered she had been working odd jobs and after meeting Quill the first time she became on the run for her life until now. This as the first time she was ever able to actually think about this question. "I guess, as of now; the only real thing I'm looking for is..." Her chocolate eyes flickered open and she moved her gaze to him, the right corner of her full lips curling up into a smirk, "they must be taller than me." She gave a small shrug to her tank top covered shoulders and closed her eyes again continuing to rest in his arms. "I haven't had much of a chance to think about 'My type' until now. What's your type Quill?" Question fired back at him but her ears listened closely for a response while her neck moved to open itself up to him again. She was very much enjoying the feel of his lips and his breath against her skin; which was apparent by the goose bumps and the tingling sensation.