"You lucked out." Rocket turns to look at his wagon, picking through it. "Most of it Nadril had. Bigger poower sources to make better bombs and grenades. Higher quality metals. Your basic stuff. But if I wanted to say, blow up a moon, I'd be shit outta luck for now."

Which is impressive considering he did build the Hadron Enforcer out of things he found on Quill's ship. "But it's cool. I've worked with a limited pool of materials before. You should see the kinda crap I've built outta junk I find around a prison."

He doesn't let that fact sit there for immediate processing because he doesn't see being in prison that big of a deal after the first ten times, beyond being a bragging right that he escaped every time. "If you find anything interesting, explosive, or otherwise, I'd love to have it, though."