She tittered at the joke. It's not so full of life like it would have been on the train because this kind of place demanded some level of respect, but she recognized the joke and found it funny.

"If we're not careful our hosts might get jealous."

She dug around in her pack and pulled out a journal. It wasn't the one the train gave her - it was much more worn and clearly more used, with papers sticking out of it. As she flipped through it to find the next open space it's clear the pages stick out of it are letters to her, and all of her 'journal entries' are pictures instead of writing. At the start of the journal they're not so good and are done in ink, but as she flips through the drawings grow much more skilled and eventually there is even watercolors applied to them. She finally finds a free page and settles in properly next to Yondu, starting to sketch in pen.

"I didn't think I'd be spending my time in crypts. Not that I mind, they're not so scary, but. It's always so quiet down here in these things. People get really restless really quickly, especially the kids." She says as if she isn't a kid herself.