Right, yeah. Quill only nodded, moved in close enough to strap the belt around her shoulder accordingly and then loop it all together at the top in order to make it stay. Say this about their rag-tag group; they were really damned great at keeping themselves in one piece.
"No," he agreed, looking over his shoulder, his attention on everyone else around. "It isn't. Wasn't." Although Peter couldn't help but feel like it'd had a Guardians without a plan feel to it. The kind of nonsense Drax might have achieved with Mantis. Well, with significantly less stabbing, anyway.
But it was over now and there was only going forward, not dwelling on. And Peter didn't just think that because everyone was gonna be on his ass for pulling his blaster, either. Mostly.
"Yeah. Yeah, of course. There's a little med center over there, or else I think I've got a little in the way of supplies at my place." From the last time they'd needed it. Right before Gamora had jumped his bones. Good times.