[ For a moment, a brief blink and you'll miss it moment, Nebula's hand moves to protectively hang over the Walkman. Partly, not wanting the strange man to notice it. Partly not wanting him to ask to get closer. It's not really hers - it's Quill's. And she's just keeping it safe. Or so she tells herself.]
[ Her mouth a thin line, quivering to dip down. She remembers those early weeks on the Benator when Rocket played different songs on the Zune and wouldn't let her near it. Wouldn't let anyone near it, for much the same reason she feels protective of a stupid device. Life's funny that ways; Maybe it's because it reminds her of both of them. ]
... No. Those are different musical groups from Earth. These devices can play preprogramed music from different ones. [ A beat and she thinks before adding, ] Neither of these bands are anything like this one. This is Ain't no Mountain High Enough, Marvin Gaye.
[ She tries to keep her tone level, factual. Like there is no more emotional meaning behind it than what she says. The indirect looking, the slight aversion, is a minor clue she thinks more of it. ]
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[ Her mouth a thin line, quivering to dip down. She remembers those early weeks on the Benator when Rocket played different songs on the Zune and wouldn't let her near it. Wouldn't let anyone near it, for much the same reason she feels protective of a stupid device. Life's funny that ways; Maybe it's because it reminds her of both of them. ]
... No. Those are different musical groups from Earth. These devices can play preprogramed music from different ones. [ A beat and she thinks before adding, ] Neither of these bands are anything like this one. This is Ain't no Mountain High Enough, Marvin Gaye.
[ She tries to keep her tone level, factual. Like there is no more emotional meaning behind it than what she says. The indirect looking, the slight aversion, is a minor clue she thinks more of it. ]