The carts crashing against one another was jarring enough to bring Rocket out of his daze.
"Oh you've got to be-"
He stopped when he saw it was just a kid. Well, not really a kid kid, but someone way younger than him. Not that he was ancient or nothing; hell, there were definitely times when he felt a lot younger than he really was. And didn't people say that was all that mattered? That you were only as old as you felt? Yeah, he was going to keep thinking that way.
"Hey, no problem," he finally said. "I don't think I'll need to see your license and registration for this." Rocket craned his head to look at the front of the cart. "I don't see any damage, do you?"