Yeah, that was maybe a bit of a harsh assessment of the situation at hand. Quill most certainly didn't think he'd done anything offensive enough to die over. Not today anyway. Heck, not even in the last month or so.
"It is fresh air," he said, shrugging apologetically. "They call it that because it's out in the open instead of the same stale air that's in your house. There's a breeze. It's fresh."
He rose an eyebrow though, a little unsure of the sudden accusation. "I didn't do anything. I had a cold before, but it's gone now. What did you do in order to get sick?" he countered. And then, because he couldn't help himself, "Is Gamora okay?"