[He's guessing it's insomnia, and it's just idle conversational dialog as he eases his way into the kitchen. Yondu can see the wariness there. And, honestly, there's no real harm in somebody being scared of you. But there's harm in not engaging in some sort of communication facilitating opening relations no matter how thickly applied the bullshit called upon for it is.]
[He goes to rifle through the cabinets. He finds a cup of something, the sort of something you rehydrate, and after turning it in his hand to find the directions, he starts looking for a kettle or something similar to eat up some water.]
no subject
[He's guessing it's insomnia, and it's just idle conversational dialog as he eases his way into the kitchen. Yondu can see the wariness there. And, honestly, there's no real harm in somebody being scared of you. But there's harm in not engaging in some sort of communication facilitating opening relations no matter how thickly applied the bullshit called upon for it is.]
[He goes to rifle through the cabinets. He finds a cup of something, the sort of something you rehydrate, and after turning it in his hand to find the directions, he starts looking for a kettle or something similar to eat up some water.]
Or are ya from somewhere else?