It was exhausting, the whole situation. The two women exchanged looks with one another, as if having a complete conversation and somehow the women agreed on one single thing; they were exhausted. Half the crowd didn’t know how to react with the Guardians of the Galaxy taking out a man like Zero. And the other half was surprised and even cheered at the situation. It’s hard to imagine a planet of thugs being excited over the capturing of such a person but when they’re taking away the best jobs, the most money and are a jerk; you tend to be rather excited. 

The blue haired girl turned her attention to Quill, her hand on her on throat and the other placing her sword back into her carrying sheath. He looked at tired as the rest of them were, except for Drax; Drax looked half excited and half disappointed. Probably only disappointed because the battle was already over… the weirdo.

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Her walk was slow, she looked tired; her hand still against her throat. Body rocking back and forth as she walked her chocolate brown gaze shot up to him as he spoke to her; she opened her mouth to respond to him about calling her princess, only to find herself gasping for air slightly and tumbling over to the side against one of the walls. Bending over at her waist she focused on taking in some deep breathes and closing her eyes. The lack of oxygen from the amount of adrenaline was catching up to her and her body slowly being to drop towards the floor. Her breathing stayed steady but her body was reflecting that the amount of oxygen she was lacking as she slowly slid towards the floor of the ship. She… as you can imagine, was still trying to regain herself.