"And it's not like the train inhibits teleportation," Devero grumbles. "I know I've seen people pop in or out of existence. That's got to be teleportation, right?"

Devero motions Sir Beepers down to the table in front of Yondu. It extends out into its critter configuration as it lands lightly on its 'feet', looking up at the alien with an electronic trill.

Meanwhile, Devero's snorting softly. "Wonder if we wouldn't be better off asking the train for kitchenettes rather than teleporters. Or just getting Trunks to order us some of those capsule mini-fridges for general use."