[ Whoops. He might've pushed a little too far, there, and his expression takes on a slightly chagrined shadow. Not that he's sorry, exactly, but they both already have so few allies here as it is. By now they both know that petty teasing isn't likely to send either of them packing – stars know they did enough of that already during their original tenure as Guardians of the Galaxy – but, still. No need to antagonize each other further. ]

Yeah, if you want. I can lend you a hand. Or, you know, you can just hang out here. Or we can find some place for both of us.

[ —although maybe she wouldn't want that, Nebula being Nebula. Which is why he offers this halfhearted justification: ]

Safety in numbers. And we can find somewhere more defensible, or whatever.