Nebula couldn't help but think that being somehow tethered to a dead body would probably be better than being forced to follow a stranger everywhere, but she didn't voice this aloud. Instead, she watched Rose with curiosity and then mimicked her actions. She poured herself coffee, tired it black, pulled a face, and then looked at the blonde. She knew only of Terran food what friends had been willing to show her and she'd liked some things, but this dark, bitter liquid wasn't to her liking.
"I do not need to sleep much," Nebula said after a few moments. Her modifications made her hardier than most, she could survive battles that would kill those without cybernetic implants and she needed less food and sleep than others, too. But she would need to rest eventually; she just didn't relish the thought of doing so near a stranger. Nebula had a feeling her body wouldn't comply. "I work with the Guardians, I do not think I will have problems if I must stay with you until this is over while you work." That was something, at least. Nebula did fear that she'd go a little wild if she never had free time alone for a while, but didn't say so aloud. Instead, she watched Rose cook with mild interest.