Yondu didn't exactly have the best table manners. It wasn't really a big deal when you lived on a ship full of half wild pirates. No one really gave a damn how you ate so long as you didn't touch their food. They ate in silence, relatively comfortable to just mind their own. At least until she decided she wanted more answers.

" You don't remember how you got here?" her question drew him out of his own thoughts.

Meredith had put her plate in the sink and was once more moving across the kitchen towards him.

" I meant it when I said I'm 'sposed to be dead…" the captain relented, " yah don't survive that long in the vacuum…" If they got you in time, sure. Peter had proven that, like an idiot. The unfortunate memory of his most loyal crew being sent out the airlocks was almost enough to make him cringe.

" Vacuum?" the Terran woman frowned in confusion.

" "We blew up a …" A Planet. But you couldn't just say you blew up a planet! He didn't want her thinking that he'd gone and just destroyed a planet with life on it or anything! It wasn't like that.

" We blew up a base where a real bad guy did unspeakable things," he glanced away, " I gave my boy the only suit…"

He didn't know how long it had been, or if time was even passing the same here as it did there. Yondu didn't think it mattered. He wasn't part of that universe any more, or whatever you wanted to call it. The captain watched the expression of contemplation settle in, then her face lit with realization. " You sacrificed yourself for your son?"

He nodded quietly. Putting it that way made him feel weird. It had been the right thing to do. It wasn't like he hadn't lived a full life. The Centaurian would say he'd lived a pretty damn good life. It would have made an interesting book. In the end, every choice he'd made had been for Peter. That's what it meant to be a father.

" A very honorable thing to do," she hummed softly, " Someone must be looking out for you…" The extended pause made him drift again into the hazy tangle of his own thoughts, but thankfully it didn't last too long.

" Now, how did you get here?"

The Ravager lifted his shoulders. That, he was still working out for himself. "Some lady in a cloak said it was a second chance. But I don't think things are the same here." Couldn't be. She'd been with a man named Json. Not Ego. There was no child in the picture. Surely her name was merely a coincidence.

After a moment's hesitation he glanced up at her, " yer last name ain't Quill, is it?"

Now, there were a whole number of reactions she could have had. He'd guess that maybe she'd start asking if he knew this Json fellow. There were a few other reactions his mind played out for him too and none of them were particularly pleasing.

She withdrew a little bit. That reaction was enough to answer his question.

Yondu let out a slow breath. So there were parallels but it wasn't exact. Weird. That friendly look was gone. The Centaurian stood slowly, trying to appear nonthreatening, " I'll figure my way out of here."

Meredith moved away as he left the room. Damn it. Going out to yell at the cloaked mirage of a woman from earlier probably would not help his cause. So, the Ravager took himself to the room he'd woken in hoping that he might puzzle up some sort of answers. Anywhere that he wasn't bothering was good. Mostly. Yondu just hoped she didn't come up the steps with a gun or something. He didn't have his Yaka to protect him here. That thought made him shiver.

There had never been a moment in his life that he'd been without the gold arrow. He'd been sure to keep it close at all points in time after Stakar had offered it over to him. It had been his prize. A mark of his survival. The one piece that had come off that Kree ship that would never belong to anyone else. His last tie to a people he would never know. He supposed it was better than nothing. Yondu could get by with that. The Yaka arrow had become his signature. He was feared because of it. Years of use and reputation. Now? Just thinking about the fact that it wasn't in it's place at his side or even hanging behind the door, Yondu grew uneasy. Not defenseless. But almost naked.

It was the next day that she made an appearance. Late in the afternoon. Her blue eyes were filled with determination. The Centaurian startled when the door snapped open, she strode in, and it bounced shut behind her. " You're going to explain yourself."

It wasn't a question.

" Yeh ain't gonna lie it…" he sat up a bit.

" I don't care! You're a stranger in my house I've never met, and you know me. I can see it in your face," Meredith stated sharply.

"I don't know yah. I know of yah," Yondu corrected and she gave a sound of frustration.

"You share that name with the man I gave my life for," he grunted bluntly.

Blonde hair swung about her shoulders a bit as she shook her head, " don't lie! I don't know anyone named Peter!"

" I raised that boy fer damn near twenty two years! I know who I'm talkin about!" He snapped, " and in all those years he ain't never shut up 'bout his mama. Meredith Quill." The woman faltered a little. Her brow was furrowed over those blue eyes that reminded him of Peters.

" Now sit down. This could take a while," One blue nailed finger pointed to a nearby chair. Meredith obliged, slowly taking the seat he had indicated.