User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-5837525-20170517233821

Star-Lord: Yeesh... Poor birdie. If I didn't know she was made of tough stuff, I'd feel sorrier for her.

(The winded Guardian of the Galaxy plants himself on the nearest cot and loosens the buckles on his overcoat.)

Star-Lord: Whew... What a night... How 'bout you, Sandy? How are you holdin' up?

(Detecting Glaive's exhaustion and noticing his wound, Orbit backpedals.)

Orbit: ...Tell you what. Why don't you see to your wounds, get some rest, and stay on standby for a little? We have some time before our meeting with the princess, but don't push yourself more than you're able. I have to speak with Spider-Mane anyway.