Morganna and River
River could hear their voices as Quill and his guest entered the ship, waveforms reverberating through air and metal. Her shipmate's thoughts reminded her of Jayne's after too much whiskey, but the woman with him was far more interesting. Curiosity, apprehension, annoyance - that one River understood far too well, as much as she liked Quill. She listened to the tour as she curled up in the pilot's seat, scrolling idly through yet another databank entry on the datapad she'd picked up.
She listened to the footsteps as they traveled around the ship, wondering how wise it really was to let a stranger inside. Not that they had anything of any great secrecy or import, but a ship was its owner's domain. There was a reason Selene had chosen to host the party outside. But River wasn't about to tattle or interfere. It simply wasn't her place, so long as their guest behaved.
When she heard the voice, she swiveled in her seat, arching her back to let her head appear over one of the armrests. Even at her odd angle, she could tell that the woman wasn't much of a physical threat, nor did she seem to be a spy. At least, not one that concerned the Banshee.
"One of them," she drawled, letting her hair hang freely down over the armrest. "Did Star-Lord lose you, or did you lose him?"