She thought Peter and Quill had two definitions of training, but didn't say anything. She nodded against the back of his neck, lips pressed against his wet skin. She was quiet for a little bit as Peter climbed while her mind raced and she thought.

"I think... I think I'm better to you as Liz." She pressed the side of her face to him. "You have to hide from people. I don't. So... I can find out things, like what a room looks like or talk to people when you can't without revealing who you are." And she was good at that. She was good at improvising, distracting, and finding out important information.