"How is it creepy?" she asked confusedly. She didn't understand being frightened of death. Oh she didn't want to die any time soon but it was in no way a bad thing or a thing to fear. She was mearly worried about disturbing any customs they may have had on this world.
But if he wanted to leave because it was 'creepy' then she wasn't going to tell him otherwise. Besides it would be silly to stay here. There seemed little to learn from this place of the dead. The 'cat' it seemed was a friendly thing. Though she wondered to herself if it liked being kept as a pet or if it was free roaming. Either way it seemed fond of Quill. Perhaps it knew him as a native.
"Is it to come with us or do you still wish to leave and find out more of where we are in your world and why we are here?" she asked curiously. She was still mostly suspicious of the cat. It was nuzzling Quill's are and occasionally looking over at her. It was probably planning something. It looked the type.