"It's been months, kid... but you gotta stop worrying so much." Rocket replied, absently tinkering with a blaster rifle he'd been modifying to have adjustable sizes and settings. He'd started with his typically sardonic tone, but quickly shook that off when he realized he was doing it. He was a dick to most people... but not to Six. Never to her. She had become his tether to sanity through everything, just as he'd become hers. "Call it a gut feeling but... I think we're here to stay, you know? We're home."
He knew this wasn't the reality she was born in... but it was the one she was in now. With him. And he was going to MAKE this a home for her, come hell or high water. "Hell... even Gamora and Angela have accepted you, and it can be kinda hard to crack the Murder Girls..."