Keeping his eyes out for the acres of debris that orbited earth, Peter dialed the scanner settings for greater detail, "That's just their cover story. They're a species of creepy old dudes wearing the kind of overcoats that perves in Central Park wear." He glanced at Ned and lowered his voice, "Seriously, man. I'm on the dark side of the moon. You know how it goes, romantic setting, a little music...." He nodded in Gamora's direction, privacy...."
He checked the external stabilizer and pulled it up a notch, "I'm thinking that we're finally getting some where and then..." Peter rolled his eyes, "The Perve Pack is KNOCKING on the window." He winced remembering what had happened next, "Word to the wise, Man. If you take this baby up with a girl, don't start anything unless you've got the harness totally off." He saw what looked like a small flash of movement, "So yeah, scaring Gamora is a really bad idea, those guys could have gotten me killed.l."
Peter brought the Benetar closer to the surface of the moon, "Hey, is it me or it that the Geriatric Ganalyzer Gang at ten o'clock? Y'all we need to prepare for Operation Paybacks are a Bitch."