'...yeah, I don't have the social skills to do the welcome wagon thing,' Stephen thought to himself, staring back at Nebula without budging an inch. As a countermeasure to being screamed at, he spoke slowly and calmly, with only a vague undercurrent of his usual irritation. It wasn't only due to being screamed at - which was an understandable reason - but because of the bad situation in general.
"If we knew where they were, then we would stop them. Unfortunately, they haven't shown up here. Yet. The only ship capable of space travel is currently in need of repair. Which according to the network post, is getting worked on. So. Unless your ship is hovering overhead?"
Stephen directed his gaze upward for a fleeting second and then back down at Nebula.
"Which it's not? It looks like you're stuck here on Earth. With the rest of us, who would really like to stop Thanos too. It would be nice if you could help with that."