[ Rocket takes the opportunity to dust himself off, readjust the scratchy Solvunn robes he'd been given, and get himself in order.

His ears flick in irritation, but he at least keeps his little claws to himself now. ]

Yeah. [ He does not. At this very moment in time, he doesn't really live anywhere. Slowly, like he's talking to a moron, he adds: ] You got a problem with that?

[ And then because this guy is trying, and Rocket's just ... tired, honestly, which only makes him all the more tetchy and eager to fight — none of this is an ideal situation — he exhales. ]

I just got here, probably same as a lotta people here, maybe the same as you. One minute I'm on Knowhere, and the next I'm being yanked outta something wet and I've lost all my gear.