Hmm. Well. Kind of saw that coming. It's a little crushing for second, but the Guardians never seemed like particularly friendly people, so Scott puts his hand down and carries on like that didn't just happen. Don't take it personally, don't draw attention to it. From what he remembers of the Guardians, that's the best thing to do.

"That's what I was told. Broadly speaking. They weren't really forthcoming with an explanation as to the why or the how and what does this have to do with me."

Although that's not one hundred percent true. There was a explanation. Scott's just not sure he can consider it the explanation. It feels as though there should be more.

"Me, personally."

Because it has been, in the past. Because he's eighteen, and apparently everything he does becomes a big deal.

"I've never even heard of these people." Scott pauses, hesitating. Her mood's openly stiff; he doesn't want to be rude or make her angry. But there's reason to suspect she might know more than him. She's probably seen a lot more than he ever has.

So he takes a deep breath, and continues:

"I was hoping you might know something."