[ Almost immediately upon touching her expression changes, that same anger and impatience and frustration and annoyance that she feels from Peter washing across it, furrowing her brow, widening her eyes, pulling a gasp out of her, the tips of her antennae flaring up with an almost furious glow. She knows about that. It's anger directed at her because of what she'd done. She's almost inclined to pull away but she's drawn back into it by what's beneath that anger-- exhaustion. And beneath that-- the worry. Concern. Concern for... his team. The Guardians. And that includes-- her. It includes her?

Her hand falls away from his as she pieces it all together in her head, the worry and panic having dulled the glow of her antennae somewhat before they glow fades off. ]

--You are angry, upset because you were worried for our safety. I did not listen to you, but more than that you were worried for us.