Nebula took a moment to study the Tony Stark that opened the door. He was the same Tony Stark. He had the same facial hair, the same smile. He held himself the same way. There were differences too. He was twenty pounds heavier, and it looked good on him. Most importantly, he was alive.
"Yes. I am here," she said, with the smallest of grins at the nickname. She didn't mind those as much these days, depending on who used one. If Quill had called her that, she'd have been tempted to stab him. From Tony, it was welcome. "It is good to see you too."