[ By now, Tony isn't surprised by Quill's sarcasm, so when he makes that quip, he hardly thinks anything of it. Or maybe it's the blood loss, who knows. Either way, when he responds, it's not defensive in any way. It's more factual - and tired, because shit the adrenaline is draining quick - than anything else. ]

I may be from Earth, but I can figure out my way around an engine. So yeah, just tell me where to go. I can handle it.

[ He'll push through. He has to. As much as his body is starting to feel like it wants to just crash once and for all, he's not ready to let himself do it. He's almost afraid of what will happen once he stops moving, and the grief rears its ugly head once more. ]

...how long have you been living in space?