[ Whoa, this kid can talk, huh. Peter nods along. Multiverse? Sure, sure, okay. Weird alien with antennas. ]

You mean Mantis? You know Mantis?

[ Mantis never mentioned he'd end up in some weird dimension stuck with an armored kid who knew her, but then, maybe she had and Peter hadn't been paying attention. It's as likely as anything. But welp, the kid is still talking so Peter lets him keep going.

Turning into dust seems kind of bad, right? Peter can't help but be concerned for a sec. He may have just met this kid, but he's Peter Quill. He can't leave scut well enough alone. ]

Whoa, okay, slow down, Peter.

[ He raises his hands to placate him, much like he had with the cat. (Except he's standing now, and the cat is curiously looking at his ankles like she's trying to decide if those boots are as metal as they look. ]

Thanos hasn't been seen in like, years. That guy's supposed to be dead. I think I'd remember if I ever fought Gamora's dad. Or like, the real one, anyway. [ He says this like that would be the worst thing ever. Because it would be. ] You must be thinking of... uh, some other Peter Quill. Like from another universe.

[ Which the kid already said, but you know. Peter had to say it himself. His gaze turns concerned a moment later. ]

Anyway did you say you got turned to dust? Holy flark, are you okay?!

[ The cat has also started to claw at Peter's boots. Since they're some kind of flame-proof alloy, he hasn't even noticed. ]