She frowned, that was not the answer that she wanted to hear. "Terrans. Are. Idiots." She said after a moment of sitting with that knowledge. She hated it, hated the feeling of this illness weighing on her and making her slower and ache-y. This was why they should have been in space, she'd never gotten sick there. Never encountered anything that could not be fixed with a quick diagnostics run and a readjustment of her limbs. But here she was with these lingering symptoms that no amount of hydration or fresh air seemed to cure.
"Very suspicious," She agreed when Quill told her that the doors weren't opening either, she and Gamora would have to put their plans to find new weapons on hold until a little later when they were opening once more. There was some force at work, one that not only pulled them here but also made them sick. A small part of her feared Thanos - that something he'd done had created this place, and put them all here. Maybe to get them out of his way. But it was too involved, Thanos might have been strong, and even brilliant in some ways, but he was not a man for plans with so many moving parts.
"Hydration." Nebula answered immediately when Quill asked if he could get them anything. "Gamora favors tea, the green kind." She added because she knew that he would want to provide for her most especially.