Nebula doesn't necessarily think she's too cool for a party, but she does think she doesn't belong in this one. Or any one necessarily. Perhaps, if she were a Nebula from a different timeline it'd be a different story. But while she's come to enjoy music, it's hard to enjoy this emotionless sounding one - so she's got little more to do than watch, conversate occasionally (because curse Peter Quill), and watch some more.

She only half glances at the woman standing nearby when she does. Someone who looks to want to be here as much as Nebula feels. She tilts her head half quizzically at the saying. It's not one she's heard before and she barely knows New York, let alone Rome. Her time on Earth wasn't spent traveling, but she can get the meaning.

"Oh, no," Nebula answers dryly, "they'd have to trust us with fire for it to be set upon."