I think you're less of a criminal than I used to be. Unless you're gonna tell me you've been in more than twenty-three prisons for less-than-legal activities in your life.

[Rocket has to stay close to make sure he doesn't get stepped on by the people milling around the market area who aren't paying attention to what's going on around their shoes. A few times he gets smacked into and snaps ineffectively at their retreating forms before turning his eyes forwards. He's on edge and he knows it.

He clears his throat, trying to press on like he didn't just almost take a chunk out of someone's calf for checking him for the third time today.] But, y'know, everybody needs a bigger dude backin' 'em up verbally as well as physically. I think we got this.