"Ever the conversationalist..." Rocket mumbled, before taking a big swig of his drink, and turning his head to look at Gamora. It really was amazing how someone so beautiful could just... also look so chillingly dangerous. Something in the way the woman carried herself just gave her the air of a wild predator. That cold-blooded look of death on legs. He'd never admit it, but he found himself thanking every god he knew of on a regular basis that she was on the side of the angels now.
"Somethin' on your mind, babe?" He asked, trying to make himself sound as normal as he could.