Nebula frowned when this woman told her that there was no way to get off this ship and get away. She didn't like feeling like she was trapped some place. Thanos had certainly been happy to play on that dislike when he was trying to condition her growing up, which made her hate it even worse now.
"I am not shocked to hear that," she remarked about others sharing her position. "I can't imagine many would be pleased to suddenly be trapped aboard a ship." She wondered how many people had tried to escape from this place already and just hadn't succeeded.
"I was dangling off a ship and it was trapped in the mechanics. It was either cut it off or be stuck," she said bluntly. While everything that was skin on her still felt pain like normal, her implants did not. She could only register that it was damaged. It was what allowed her to make repairs, and, if needed, detach from them. "That is good to hear, though. It'll be quicker to repair."
As little as she wanted to see others, Nebula knew that it would blow what little cover she had already created here by refusing. If it would help her get her hand fixed quicker, all the better. Once repaired, she could plot to get off this godforsaken thing and get back to where she belonged. "That's fine," she said to her. "How many on this ship would know about robotics?"
"I'm Arsina," she offered in return. The name 'Nebula' rang across the galaxy almost as much as Gamora's did, so, if this woman did not recognize her, she saw no need to alarm her any extra with recognizing the name.