"Well... I reckon 'cause askin' someone why they're dolled up's got a 50/50 chance of gettin' ya a handprint across the face. I dunno, seemed like there was somethin' ceremonial to it. I noticed the once when it was fresh. I hadn't known ya all that long, so I couldn't tell what level of casual you were bein'." That time he'd greeted him formally, as random as that was. But now he knows him a little bit better, and at this point those lines could be permanent fixtures in his face.

He'd almost asked him then, but got wrapped up in discussing the inner workings of the train. "Sometimes I outright tell what my scars are. 'Cause I hate bein' in places where people jump to conclusions."

Yondu pulls off a glove by the fingers rather than at the wrist so he can get it back on more easily later. It's for handling the food without fumbling or getting it all over them. "I won't tell nobody or nothin'. I'll even not sniff ya to see what it's made out of." Yeah, he'll just fun at himself.