[ No one his age should have to deal with that much bad stuff—Quill should know, he'd already been to jail and had been picked up by the Ravagers by the time he was Peter's age if he had to guess. (Sixteen maybe? Seventeen at most?) The last thing he needs is a stuffy adult condescending at him. When you see stuff like that, it ages you. Maybe not the right way, but eh. It's worked out just fine for Peter Quill! Yeah, he's so well adjusted.

He pats himself on the back, metaphorically, for being such a cool and mature guy. The "adult" act lasts for about a second before Peter is shooting off webs like some kind of... web-shooting creature. A spider? That sounds right. ]

Whoa, that's so cool!

[ Peter's admiration is clear and honest. He is not afraid to admire some cool tech. ]

Are those made out of like a carbon polymer or something? There's no way that should hold your weight—Rocket would have a field day with your tech.

[ But this is also the part where Rocket or Drax or even Groot or Gamora would yell at him to focus on the job, and Quill is good at that! He really is! So he turns in the direction Peter pointed and gives his jet boots a kick to get moving, fast. ]

Alright, little guy! We're coming for ya!

[ Announcing your presence is probably not the way to go........ ]