"It does not. I have been picking up whatever looks useful that I find here. I am not sure what I will do with it all. Perhaps I will bring it to Natasha." She trusted the other woman to be responsible for the distribution of weapons. "Let us see what is in this maze."
They made their way through the first several meters, each alert for any threats around the various twists and turns. Eventually, they came to a sprawled-over city bus, with a short phrase scrawled on the side. She read it, cocked her head.
"Is this a riddle? A joke?" She was not all that familiar with the concept, but it did seem like the type of thing Quill might find amusing. She was still puzzling over it when there was a movement, and they both moved at the same time, just avoiding a car the plunged down in their path. There was a message on that too. She read it. Frowned. "I don't get it. Is it supposed to be funny?"