Oh, he knows it's kind - usually he doesn't offer his service without a little guarantee but he's learned by watching Yondu and doing the opposite of what the blue bastard does. Sometimes you don't need to threaten and throw your weight around. There's something about getting results by offering some freebies, buddying up, and then you can call in favors because people owe you out of the goodness of their hearts.

Peter takes it as a good sign that she isn't shrinking back against the wall before. It's just luck that he doesn't reach out with the arm with the bag, not because he's pegged Juniper as someone to watch out for. If she'd been an adorable street urchin with a big pathetic eyes, you can bet all your money he would have shouldered his bag as far away from her as possible. Peter helps her away from the wall, the flap of his bag shifting so there's a brief glimpse of what's inside: it looks like clothes, a few shapes that haven't been seen anywhere on Earth, and the dull silver glint of something round and pitted.

"And these," Peter reaches down to pat his hip holsters where he's got his quad blasters, the release catch locked. "So I'm packing, at least. I had a ship though," he adds, eager to impress her because that usually does the trick. "If I find it, I'll totally hook you up with a ride if you need one."

He'll give that ride for free. Any ones after that and he starts billing no matter how cute Juniper is.