[ The sight of Yondu is almost exactly what Gamora might have expected: a collection of rough edges, stitched together with scars and a neon sign promising danger. Gamora's dealt with enough men like this to know the sort of power inherent in the charisma Yondu exudes, but it takes more than a fierce presence to cow Gamora. The only thing that gets to her—

—is how he talks to Peter. How these cretins have talked to him since they walked through the door. She clearly doesn't see any shame in the way Peter decides to earn his living – not when she's hired him for exactly those services – but the Ravagers treat him like gum scraped off the bottom of their boots. Maybe they'd have equally unpleasant choice words to offer if Peter was doing anything else, but this has a side to it that makes something fierce and protective sweep through Gamora. Peter's a grown man, and he doesn't need her to protect him, but Gamora can't help the instinct.

Unfortunately, it's not a helpful instinct right now.

Again, Gamora steps forward, standing just slightly in front of Peter – not a guarding stance, but close. ]

Peter didn't come here for himself; he was only pointing me in the right direction.

I need connections, and he said you might be the man for the job.