Quill runs, and he grimaces at the pirates around him as he passes. He's making good time for running almost the whole length of the Eclector. In fact, the immediate trip to and from Tullk on the bridge has, so far, been unexceptional in every way.

Peter turns a corner, the closer he gets to his goal, the more excited he becomes as he realizes exactly what Kraglin's doing for him. He'll be able to read! Learning all these alien alphabets has been daunting and with no ready way to translate them, since his first mod nearly fried his brain, Quill's kept his focus on mastering numbers, but now! Now the galaxy will be his!

It's an odd feeling, being excited to read... Not that Peter was ever opposed to reading, but he supposes it's different, this time, because on Earth everything was in HIS language, or, at least, everything he'd seen was in his language. He even knew a few words in other Earth languages. He didn't realize 'til this moment how much he'd taken the skill for granted. This new life got a lot less scary with the translator implant, it'll be even less so once he learns to read control consoles. And then, when he masters flying, maybe he can go home ...as a hero. Yeah, an outlaw hero...

The thought gives Peter a fresh burst of speed and he rounds another corner and slams right into Gef's tender gut. Quill bounces off the round Ravager and lands heavily on his back.

"Oo, looks like the cargo's running around again..."