[ At least, fairly, Nebula hasn't seen much of Kenos to call it anything else - a planet makes sense in the way she's visited hundreds, thousands before. Just another place to call a stomping ground for a time ( without the lobbing of grenades and destruction she put behind her - hopefully). ]

[ The arm remains at her side, not another glance cast its way. If she pretends there's nothing wrong then there is nothing wrong. Even so, the answer 'shouldn't be' earns a twitch of her mouth that's an ill-amused frown. ]

That's not an answer.

[ 'Yes', 'no' - shouldn't be means there's a chance. And she breathes out a laugh, ] I don't get sick, but we'll call it something like that.

[ Maybe not the exact truth - it's a lot harder for her to become sick, anyway, but that's about the thick of it. ]

You said this is how people... arrive here? [ Skeptical, because it should be on a ship or something else. ]