[ Nebula keeps the otter held by the back of its fur, yanking away it's weapon with a scowl. It flails like an angry cat, hissing and trying to grab at her hand; Too bad for it it's the metal one now back in its original form. ]

So you don't know. None of you know.

[ She repeats it, irritated. Maybe because something in her twists more personally than she'd like to admit, but she hardly has time to linger on it. The otter yelps and it turns her attention first to it and then back again. ]

[ She snarls, a sound more feral than not, and yeets it away from her. ]

Get out of here. If I see you back here again, if they don't get you I will.

[ Nervous chittering that turns into an animalistic cry - some rendition of 'fall back' - maybe and Nebula turns her attention to Gray and their oncoming company. ]

Think we should run?

[ Biting amusement. ]