Gamora blinked. Earth? His Terra. Is that where they were? It wasn't what she had expected but then she supposed it was night. Only one moon though, how very disappointing. He smiled at her, taking off the music and she thought he looked happy. At least, that he hadn't expected to be here and perhaps didn't hate it.
This was his world. The world of the music he loved, of Kevin Bacon their great hero. Perhaps she would find him. Ask him to retell his saving of a town from the sticks up their butts. Metaphorical though Quill insisted they were.
"I don't know how we have come to be here. But I do not see Rocket or Drax so I can only assume something has targetted the two of us. And I refuse to be party to some plan of some malevolent being." He didn't think her father could have sent them here, even he could not do that. Could he? "It is your world Starlord? How would you suggest we proceed?" she asked him. it was prudent to listen to the native. Even if he had not been there since childhood it made the most sense to Gamora.
He could focus on tactics and she would stop anything that tried to attack them. Like the...the thing...
"Quill" she hissed. Pointing at something small and furry sitting atop a gravestone, licking itself.