Still completely mind-boggled, Peter just stared at Drax and shook his head. All this time he'd assumed Drax had a room on Knowhere too- well, you know what they said about assuming- and now he had no idea who the hell he'd been sending messages to.
"You can't just live on my ship without asking, man. It's not cool." Actually, it was cool, because now he kinda thought of it as "their" ship and under other circumstances, Peter probably wouldn't have minded so much, but he pissed. Here they both were making light of something that really mattered to him because of jobs and vengeance quests and resources and stupid logic. He rounded on Gamora and threw his hands into the air.
"Yeah, it's got a tracker chip-" he paused, stopped himself from voicing a "but" that would just lend more validity to their point. They didn't need to know what a long shot it was. "This guy runs a place and they keep track of the tracked stuff, that way you don't also lose a tracking device." Lot of "track" in there. "It's on O'erlanii."