[Peter winces to hear that question anyway. Really, he'd really wanted people to drop the Star-Lord thing, and it sounds unbelievably stupid when the kid puts it like that.]

It's Star-Lord.

[And to forestall any more awkward questions, he pushes the tiny interloper further down the corridor, behind him, while he eases up to the corner to take a look.]

I think they're gone. I suppose there's no chance you're carrying anything to defend yourself, like, I dunno, at least a taser? [Giving him a better look.] ...slingshot?