[ That's not much of an answer, considering that rock had walloped her pretty badly, but it's something, at least.

It— didn't really seem to be Ego's style to hurt Mantis, from what he remembers, so Peter's probably just overreacting. But then again, about fifteen minutes before it all went down, Peter also didn't think his father was inclined to destroy the galaxy by sucking the life out of his own son, so maybe Peter isn't the best judge of character.

Mantis's words pull him out of his thoughts, though, and the corner of his mouth curls up in a small smile. ]

Yeah. I hear you.

[ Granted, he'd rather be back on the Quadrant than in the Quarantine, but this place isn't so terrible yet.

He glances around, nodding toward a quieter spot against the wall of a building. ]

C'mon. We can talk over there. Won't be as likely to get bowled over by some drunk dude with no concept of personal space.