“Sure. I mean, even the non-Exos don’t remember a whole lot, but there’s no expiry date on a potential Guardian.”

She’s unconsciously picking up the pace as they head back toward the hallway of artifacts. “Exactly! Everyone likes to dance, don’t they? You can bet they’ll be playing music somewhere upstairs. Might even have the instruments with them, that’d be something.”

Badass coat, wild adventures, sweet moves: Starlord would totally be hailed as one of their own.