Hyperventilating was really bad for Terrans. Quill knew from personal experience. It had taken him a long, long time to regulate his breathing when tossed out an airlock with nothing more than his mask and breather to shield him from space. Ravagers had a strange sense of humor. They'd wanted him to learn how to sink or swim.
More or less.
Depending on how a person considered being able to navigate through space wearing only a minimum coverage suit for protection, it was a little like swimming. Zero-G helped to make it easier to compare it to swimming. Peter Quill had never actually learned how to swim while on Earth. He'd been too afraid to go to the community pool.
He had been the kid other kids picked on. Getting drowned was a real possibility.
"You need to learn how to regulate your breathing. Trust me when I say this: hyperventilating is never good. If they turn the gravity off on us? You will thank me for the breathing recommendations."
The guy seemed to be jumping to some kind of conclusion. He was pretty serious when he said the word, but Peter hadn't heard it. The place was pretty much 'Test City This' or 'Test City That.' No one had mentioned any strange organizations he had seen roaming around the streets. Transplants were loud with news, too. No one seemed capable of keeping things to themselves. They got a secret message or a weird doodad? They were immediately posting about it.
Dumb in his opinion.
"No. Never heard of it. Pretty much everything here is Test City Something. I'm pretty sure no one knows who brought us here, but you are officially on the list with every single other transplant since they all ask who brought us here. I think I may have asked it. Not sure. I don't really care. As long as the galaxy doesn't get blown up while I'm here? I'm good."