"Well at least you've still got opposable thumbs," Quill said, eyebrows dipping down in a concerned sort of frown. What shit luck. What a weird thing to happen.
Then again, John was in a good enough of a mood to be pulling pranks so.... it was probably fine. Things would work out; Peter was something of an optimist.
But then his expression went a bit sappy and pleased. "It's - pretty great. She remembered stuff. Like, from her future. Which would sound weird if we weren't here. But you know. So. She remembers us now. And it's fucking--" Well. He just grinned.