[ Seeing as she'd been introducing herself with a different name the whole night, that someone says her real name is a bit of a surprise. Among other things (dangerous being one of them). So she stops in her tracks and tosses a glance over her shoulder, brow quirked--and it's Peter "Star-Lord" Quill. Odd, he'd made it abundantly clear at their last meeting that he thought getting involved in any capacity was a bad idea, and even moreso after she didn't hear even so much as a whisper about him for the next couple of months. Even keeping her ear close to the ground, she didn't hear a thing, and so she figured he was laying low, probably trying to shake people off. People including her. And--that was fine.
What isn't fine is that in spite of the strange coincidence that they're both here, he calls her out. By her real surname. In the end, she says, ]
Think you've got me mistaken for someone else. What a shame.
[ He doesn't, actually, and the knowing smile she casts him says that. But it wouldn't do her any good to be like, "Yep, Goto, that's me," so instead she starts taking a swig of her drink as she turns back around and keeps going in the direction she'd been going in. He didn't want them crossing paths, so why should he let that happen now?
Still, part of her hopes he'll follow. She did kind of miss that handsome face of his, after all. ]
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What isn't fine is that in spite of the strange coincidence that they're both here, he calls her out. By her real surname. In the end, she says, ]
Think you've got me mistaken for someone else. What a shame.
[ He doesn't, actually, and the knowing smile she casts him says that. But it wouldn't do her any good to be like, "Yep, Goto, that's me," so instead she starts taking a swig of her drink as she turns back around and keeps going in the direction she'd been going in. He didn't want them crossing paths, so why should he let that happen now?
Still, part of her hopes he'll follow. She did kind of miss that handsome face of his, after all. ]