Nebula raised a brow. Humans were odd and fragile and stubborn. These traits kept them from being boring in her mind and why she continually asked them many questions to try and understand their ways. She sipped her coffee once more before setting it down at the table.
"Perhaps we could split the time." Nebula was being polite to a stranger, which was unusual for her. Yet again, she realized Knowhere had changed her a lot. "I do not mind your TARDIS so much. And my ship is small." She considered it fair to split the time.