There couldn't be a person more opposite of Peter Quill than the calm-natured young woman by his side, just wanting a hug. Not that either were bad, it's just something he notes in the back of his mind. She ain't nothin' like him.

"You're tough, you gonna be fine out there."

But he does get up then, having to discombobulate himself from the kindly hug (as much as he'd like to hang around for it) to gather her up some bar snacks. Best he can do at short notice. The food's startin' to feel fake, anyway, so maybe it doesn't make much difference.