Not his tech? Peter frowns, trying to catch what she said. You-nee-ver-sul-

"Oh! Broken! Yeah?" He taps at the spot on his neck, near the back of his head by his hairline where the implant was. "How? Everybody broken?"

This was...hard. He felt really bad that he'd lost this much of the language he grew up with. Even with listening to his songs, a lot had slipped away. Maybe the songs were translated in his head more often than not...

"Peter Quill. Also Star-Lord." Here's a handshake, mysterious lady.