Okay, so a small dragon drinking wine wasn't the weirdest thing Peter had ever seen, but it definitely made him do a double take as they passed. Usually stuff didn't surprise him much. Maybe he was just off because everything was weird. On the train he wasn't noticeable, out of place, he was normal here. Quill wasn't sure if he liked that feeling or not. He did his best to be cheerful and chat with Kitty, but he was thrown off by being, well, "home" and still feeling grumpy about his fight. Way to ruin the night, Drax. Not like his friend was even right, or that Peter should be feeling guilty or anything. Whatever. He was here for the tape, Peter reminded himself as they entered the room, he was getting it back and that was the whole point. Hanging out with Kitty was a bonus.
"So this is where the magic happens," he remarked, looking around (and then glancing over his shoulder to make sure the apparently protective wino dragon wasn't already creeping in on them. After a beat of silence he realized what he's said and backtracked quickly, "I mean, I recognize the room. From our video transmissions." Usually he would've tried his luck with a suggestive grin instead of awkwardly explaining himself, but contrary to what Drax thought he was not just trying to get laid tonight.