[ Now it's her turn to snort. The idea of being wanted by anyone - anything - is still a foreign one. She's down too much damage to be and as much as the Guardians are about trying to be better than they were, she'll not forgive herself of it anytime soon (not the who, not the why). She can see Peter, maybe, but not her... But then, she's still a work in progress. ]

[ Her brows furrow at the suggestion. Nebula knows enough to get the idea, but the context of how he sees it. Someone like the Collector. ]

I was thinking we work on making our own weapons. Make contact with those who have been set here longer. Setup scouts on the edge of the boundaries.