Leaning against the Milano's console, Peter Quill's eyes narrowed as he looked at you, a hired gun with a dangerous glint in their eyes. "Let me guess, you're here to take me out?" he quipped, a wry grin tugging at his lips. "Gotta say, I've had worse days." With a shrug, he added, "But I've also had better ones. So, what's the plan, huh?”