Quill couldn't help herself, after hearing about the mimic constructs from that ludicrous skeleton; she had to go out and investigate for herself. They're apparently connected to the gods, so maybe there's a way to use that to her advantage. Also, she'd really like to meet a mimic of herself - she could do with a proper fight.

And for a moment, it seems like it's her lucky day, when she's stopped in an alley by an ominous voice. Except when she turns around, fists raised in defense, it's... only a kid. A grimy, human... quite bloody kid. With a knife. Did they escape from a kitchen somewhere? Quill sighs and lowers her fists in disappointment, cursing the fact that even here she isn't safe from obnoxious human offspring. "Don't you think that knife's a bit big for you?" she scoffs. "You're going to have someone's eye out."