There was plenty to be sorry about in the world, Nebula was quite certain that none of in so far as it related to her had anything to do with Tony. Living was complicated and rarely if ever gave you what you truly wanted, her life with Thanos had taught her that much. She knew better than to hope. Maybe especially in cases like these.
She turned in the direction that he had come in. "You know the way?" It wasn't what either of them had really wanted, being stuck here, maybe even finding her, or her finding him. She could have lived the rest of her life not knowing that somewhere some version of Tony was still alive, living a life that was wholly different from the one that she had shared with him in part. She had mourned his loss, that of a friend, her first after Gamora. And yet here he was once more. Without any memory of the time they had known one another.
"You said you had people." She said finally, wondering who they might be, if it would be his wife and daughter or if it was something else entirely. She did not know what to expect, and worried that would remain true even after he showed her this place he was now from.