Peter looked around a little quizzically like maybe the sky or air might give him an answer to her questions. "I don't know. I don't really think that's a thing. Like, maybe just getting out of your house is the thing to make you feel better?" At this point, it wasn't like Quill remembered much stuff to do with Terrans other than what he'd drilled into his own brain to remember -- but that was all pop culture. Ninja turtles and footloose and the best music. An eight year old version of him didn't know anything about Earth health and wellness, so it stood to reason that now neither did a 30 something year old.
"That might be true," Quill said, frowning. "But I don't know if it's from anyone here. The doors won't open. Seems suspicious." He had spent some time poking around looking for answers - he wasn't completely useless.
It really, really sucked to know that Gamora wasn't feeling good either, but he'd figured as much and didn't want to make himself a pain in the ass when she probably just wanted to sleep about it. "Is there anything I can get for you both?" He asked, trying to hide his sad puppy expression.