No, he hadn't known. All he'd heard was from Quill via Shaw, I shot someone with a fish tail.

He stills, himself, at Ulla's description of her death, his lips thinning over all the things he could say about boiling to death. Burning to death, with just the medium changed, in truth.

"I'm sorry," he says, low. "For bringing that back. I didn't get the details."