"Seventeen years." Is that long enough? He smiles wider, piggybacking off of hers. "Don't. This is great." He gestures to the way everyone is interacting. It's heartening, really. He could watch and listen to it all day. He can tell just by sitting here that she feels the same.

After a pause, he has to ask. He hates breaking up the fun moment to be serious, but here goes nothing. "Is Nebula shy?" He had met everyone else, so why is there a holdout for the last member of their group? Is it some sort of insurance or was it the individual's choice not to show themselves. It's important he know now.