[Rocket doesn't take offense to it. Honestly, if he had a unit for every time someone said he was too small to consume the amount of alcohol he consumes he'd be a rich raccoonoid.]

Maybe if I had a normal body, that'd be something to worry about. [He gives her a pat on the side as he begins to walk. Bar or not the city awaits for them to explore, and, hopefully, no one will be too weird about a big "doggy" and a bipedal creature walking along seeing the sights.] But I don't, so it's not.

[There's just not enough fully organic bits in there to be a problem. There was probably a practical reason for that- something that clears out poisons efficiently, maybe- but all he uses that for is to keep from dying when he drinks. You reclaim your rights to your body in small ways when you come from the background he does. And this is really just a reassurance for her more than it is a flippant remark about something he shouldn't be flippant about.] C'mon, Ammy. I didn't come all this way to think about what's here. Let's see what they got, ourselves.