[ She sounds sincere, but Peter still has his doubts. He's paranoid as hell, when he has to be, and considering he's dealing with a creature that, from what he recalls, is renowned for being duplicitous, he thinks now's as good a time as any to be wary.

He glances up, though, using the position of the sun to make his best guess about which direction is north, and consequently, which direction Neverwinter lies.

Yondu would've come up with a way to get them turned around to head toward the city, turn her in and claim whatever bounty might be on her head. He was clever and a giant prick like that.

The option briefly crosses Peter's mind.

He makes the conscious decision to turn them bodily away from the city, letting her lean on him. ]

They're gonna come looking for you soon. Trap like that, I'm sure it triggered something to let them know it's been tripped.

If you're lucky, they'll figure the trap was good enough to keep you locked up, and they'll take their time.

[ There's no need for him to mention what might happen if she's unlucky. ]