"...Great. What do you need help with?"

"You familiar with an asshole named Ronan?"

"Not very."

"Well, you will be soon. He's after us."

"Why?"

"Because we took something he needs to give to Thanos."

"How much opposition are you up against?"

"Ronan has an army, and is himself approximately equal to a small army. He also at this point may or may not control the Reality Stone."

"...I can get you a better answer on if he does."

(Gamora is squinting a little suspiciously.)

"That would be helpful."

"Are you just trying to run from Ronan, or do you want to take the fight to him?"

"Take the fight to him. He won't stop until we kill him."

Nod. "Taking on a bigger opponent is something I can definitely help with."

"Excellent."

She returns the smile reflexively. 

"Oh! Introductions. I'm 9S, you can call me Nines if you want, this is 2B, Gamora, Ash, Rocket, and Chewie."

"I'm Loki. As you hopefully knew, if you were rescuing me."

"Yeah, that's who we were aiming for."

"It'd have been awkward to grab the wrong person."

"Yeah, imagine if we had to go back. 'Excuse me guardsman, we just want to do a swap. You already fucked up once, so really this won't be any worse'."

"And taking everyone in the prison just to be sure would be inconvenient."

"Need a bigger ship for that."

"Part of why it'd be inconvenient."

"What other prisoners would Asgard even have?"