She did not bring the subject of Peter Quill back up, once things moved on from it.  It was not as if she and Yondu were going to have a heart to heart and hug things out.  Neither of them was that sort of person.  She rolled her eyes at Kragglin as he stumbled over what to call Yondu.  It was easy to be annoyed with the Ravagers, even if they had managed to deliver a few leads.  They thought themselves a group of bad ass mercenaries, but in all reality she thought them about as deadly as a pack of small dogs from earth.  Lots of loud barking, but not as much actual action.<br/><br/>The first location was loaded into the ship’s navigation before he could even ask for it, and she glanced over the other planets their system had suggested.  “4, 5 and 7 fit the description, but I would bet we’ll arrive to find nothing.  The fourth and fifth had recent wars that impacted their farming.  The seventh...The locals are...friendly.  Massive orgies sort of friendly.  I can’t exactly picture my father wishing to engage in such...depravity.”  Nebula was not a prude, but Thanos had never been the sort to concern himself with his more base desires.  He had a singular mission and that had always been his focus.<br/><br/>“Though, I have no doubt that sort of planet is right up your alley.  Would you like me to set that into the navigation along with the others?” She pressed, needing to get a dig in with him after their most recent conversation.  She knew enough about him to know that he was a rather lonely creature,  the sort that had clung to his estranged adopted son.  Nebula had learned long ago she needed to know how her targets ticked in order to be a competent assassin.  Gamora was better at seduction and feigned friendship, but Nebula had still tried to sharpen her skills.  It probably also helped that her sister had been gorgeous and relatively intact.  Many different races found that sort of thing attractive, while she looked like something out of a lab.