This is probably a terrible time for Peter to have discovered this place was...a thing.

He's in the Plaza, standing there and staring as he pulls down his earphones when the music gets weird. Not entirely weird, he knows...most of it, his English is so rusty years after he'd had to learn the common language the Ravagers used, a mish-mash of trader-speak, Kree, Xandarian, and who knows what else. The handy dandy universal translator Yondu got for him after he'd gotten used to speaking it was pretty much something he didn't really think about much these days. Until now.

Coming to the Nexus itself isn't what was all that off-putting, weirder things have happened and right now it seemed the door on the Eclector was working both ways to this place and back, so it seemed kinda safe to venture out. Or not, apparently, if it was making tech fail.

He really should be more worried about the fact there was an entire world behind the door to the pantry.

"Hey, have any...uh...tech...fix-it store?" Peter's speaking grammatically incorrect, accented English to anyone he can find.