Nebula | Quill
It was strange having him here, part of her felt something like jealousy. Gamora was her sister, and their time here could have been their own - but then he had come and Nebula would have to share her sister now - allow her to know this man once again if it was what she wanted. And it seemed like she did. So here he was now, setting up a space here for him to share with Gamora no doubt.
"She will come," Nebula agreed when he seemed to pause and sounded just a little unsure of whether or not Gamora would come. But Nebula knew her sister, if she said she would come here then she would.
But there were twizzlers to discuss, and she considered it when he explained them, "They are bad, but great?" She asked. Terrans were strange, it was one thing she had learned in the time she had spent on Earth, they were doing things that often were contrary to their own well being but called them good in spite of that. "Yes." She said after another moment. "I will try them. I tried something called a popsicle once." Recalling a memory from her time on Earth. "It was cold in a bad way, my circuitry did not appreciate it, but it was good."