Mal looked up finally and made face. "When did you put that on? And, what? Talk to who? Peter?" Setting her sketch aside, Mal pulled out one of her purple tops for the skirt and handed it to Evie. "About the truth gummy?"
Mal had been trying to keep herself focused, but it wasn't easy. She didn't mean to ignore Evie or tone her out. "I'm sorry, Evie. These memories and stuff are just really messing with me." Mal took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She had to reach up to place her hands on her friend's shoulders as Gamora was taller than she was even in the platform boots Mal wore.
"What are you going to talk to Peter about?" She paused. "You mean us, right?" Shrugging, Mal turned her attention back to the clothes. "I think it would be alright. I've talked to Birky a bit. Not anything specific, but just stuff about me. He's been keeping an eye out to make sure they don't come looking for us." The people who seemed keen on taking powers from others.