Sure, as soon as Peter left Rocket began to hit on her; sharing with her a large amount of unexpected stories about his time around the universe and how many things he had accomplished. But Nikki’s mind was far from close to listening to Rocket. She was staring after Quill, he didn’t seem too happy of her choice but they were helping her and the last thing she wanted to do was set them all up for failure. That and something deep down inside of her told her that she wouldn’t be able to stand seeing something happen too Quill… for some reason… Sleeping aboard the Milano was a different feeling all together. Maybe it had to do with more than one other person aboard… maybe it has to do with the assassin aboard… or the creature her culture valued… or it might be because she was, maybe-possibly, developing feelings for? Nikki tossed and turned in her bad; knowing full well that tomorrow would be the end-all-be-all of her life… -------- The morning exploded with a loud fight and the blue haired girl shot up from her bed and jumped up. Her natural reaction was to pull the sword from the sheath and stand ready to attack someone who came in through her door. Which would probably be a large surprise seeing the girl in her tank top and underwear ready to cut someone in half. The argument grew louder before she realized exactly what was going on. Gamora and Rocket were arguing; and it wasn’t until Quill jumped in that Nikki’s shoulders fell with a bit of ease. Sighing she rubbed her eyes and began to rustle around in her room. [i]Knock knock knock[/i], “Hey beautiful. We need to talk about a game plan for how today’s going to work.” Rocket called out, a hint of excitement in his voice. Obviously he was hoping that he’d get to set up the girl with a bunch of explosives and things she could use. What he wasn’t expecting was for her to crack open the door to explain why she wasn’t coming out or letting him in instantly. What Rocket caught a glimpse of was a bare leg before Nikki hid herself behind the door but kept her face out to talk to him. “I’ve got some great things to give you…” He said in a bit of a daze with a grin across his muzzle. “Okay I will be out shortly.” She said with a smile as she shut the door. The argument rose between her and Gamora as soon as the girls were in the room together because of the visibility of her weapons. “Listen!” Gamora said slamming her fist against the table top, “Running around with the weapons won’t make it seem like you’re at ease.” “Oh yes because I’m going to run around in a skimpy dress, he’s not the only one I have to worry about. I have to be prepared all the time. What do you not understand about that?” “I like the idea of the dress…” Rocket said allowed standing up on the chair with a grin. “No dress. If I get too casual, he won’t believe it. I can be care-free and feel comfortable but to be so causal that I don’t have anything on me that’s just too suspicious.” She said with a nod . “Listen, I have an idea, Sir Rocket showed me what’s available and if I wear my jacket I could hide tranquilizers up the sleeves. If he gets too close and no one can come to my aid, I’ll knock him out. I just need the strongest stuff you have that won’t kill him.”