Quill grew serious then, kneeling down to check Six's pulse. She seemed alright... just suffering exhaustion. "Alright... guys? CAREFULLY take this chick to the hospital, get her checked out, then get her set up in one of the hotels. She's obviously a friend of Rocket's, so take ca-"
Rocket cut him off then, going so far as to get between Six and Peter, snarling like a rabid animal. "No flarkin' way, Quill... me and Six, we look out for each other. I made her a promise a few months ago, that if we ever got back to MY world, she was gonna be a Guardian. I dunno what you guys did to Knowhere, but I can tell that's where we are."
Peter just blinked, mumbling to himself: "Months? Rock, you've only been gone like... three or four weeks..."
Rocket ignored him and continued. "She's going to OUR infirmary, upstairs. And then she's staying with US. I love you guys... but that's how it's gonna be. Either Six is one of us, or I'm NOT."
Groot gave Quill a look that was somewhere between shock and slight panic, and the man known as Star-Lord could only sigh as he stood. "Rock... you're one of us, ok? You're home. That's all that matters. We'll get you and your friend upstairs, and you can both get some rest."