[ (oh my god you did not just drop my favorite pistol to the ground.)

After all that, Kasumi reappears beside Hock and the chair, her hood safely back to its usual position, her arm draped casually across the back of the chair. Quill's knife in hand, she gladly reciprocates Hock's earlier act and uses the tip of the blade tilt his chin up so that Kasumi can properly glower down at him. ]

Did you really think you could buy a man back after threatening his family like that? Tsk, tsk, Hock. But you know, desperation suits you.

Also, taking my hood off? Not cool.

Playing the role of scorned lover is beneath you, Kasumi. If I had my way, I would be making sure you felt twice the pain that Okuda ever did before you die. His death was merciful--

[ No, it wasn't. He dug his knife into Keiji's skull and carved out an opening to personally pull the graybox out with his own hands. She presses the knife into his skin, letting it draw blood. ]

If you were hoping to get off on seeing me cry while you talk about Keiji, then you, sir, are horribly mistaken.

[ She moves the blade, now holding it at Hock's throat, and casts Star-Lord a glance. ]

If you would be so kind and hand me the gun you so graciously dropped, Star-Lord?