Something's up and it's starting to get a bit more out of hand than when people smashed windows and tried to steal her jacket. Normally Quill would be all for a spot of mayhem; it's an excellent opportunity for observation and a decent boredom relief. But the unpredictable abilities of most people in the cave combined with her damned inability to defend herself with weapons or fists means she's forced to be infuriatingly careful.

So she is holed up in her house, monitoring the network for information and signs of interesting show-downs, when she hears something bumping around upstairs. Prepared to be really pissed about the break-in, she grabs a big knife from her collection for intimidation purposes and then creeps up the stairs to the living room, where she finds...

Ambulatory human remains. In a hoodie. Looking like it just bumped into the coffee table. The shock has her forgetting all caution and she pulls a half baffled, half disgusted face. "Oh that's just not right."