Well, well. The prodigal angel returns.

Took you long enough. Quill's been pacing for three days. Says he can feel it in his teeth.

unclasping her helmet, letting her red hair spill loose Then perhaps he should see a dentist.

Ha. Funny. jerks his head down the corridor They're all in the common room. Staring at rocks like they're gonna start whispering secrets.

And the artifact?

his grin tightens Still singing.