Yeah. Fuck 'em. [Rocket takes another hearty swig but seems to be pacing himself now, so there's that, at least. He's still planning on getting drunk enough to be sick, but at least he's trying to maintain coherency for some of that time.

The question is one he's had to ask himself for awhile. He knows the basic idea of what they wanted, but not why.]

I dunno. [He waves a hand.] I think they suspect there's something weird about us "refugees" and they wanna know what it is. It was damn tempting to give Darma up to see if she or her goons stepped in, but I didn't wanna let those assholes win.