[ An eyebrow arches when he refers to Waffle as 'a thing' - that's her son he's talking about! Then again, there's probably no ill intent behind it. Before she can go on to explain that Waffle isn't a thing however, Rocket's (rightful) anger towards Mogwry's outburst makes itself known. 

It's not that she condones vaporizing Mogwry into a million pieces because she definitely didn't want any actual harm to come to the moogle, but he was certainly making it difficult for her to be on his side and vouch for him when he was being so rude. She was going to have some very choice words for Mogwry the moment they left here. 

The thought of plummeting out the sky thankfully nudges her away from Mogwry threatening to embarrass her in front of her friend. Her eyes widen. ] 

But running out would mean you would just fall, wouldn't you? That's horrifying!

[ With the hand not clamped securely around Mogwry's mouth she motions briefly to Waffle. ] 

At least with a wyvern or a mount that's not really something you have to worry about. I mean, as long as they've slept and no one is trying to put them to sleep either. 

[ Or you know, shoot them down. ]