[ Her lips draw into a thin line when he frowns, and she tilts her head, as though she's trying to catch his gaze as he looks down. Slowly, and not without hesitation she pulls a hand away from the railing and places it on one of Peter's arms in a supportive gesture--against her better judgment, certainly, considering Peter Quill probably knows, like, twenty different ways to kill someone in this kind of situation.

But, well, it wouldn't have been the first time he's tried to kill her. Though he's had plenty of chances to do so since then. ]

You're going to be alright, Quill. I don't think it's bad, whatever it is you're going through. Things change, people change. You're allowed to do that.