[Rocket stares up at him, expression full of such intense disbelief that it might as well be a direct insult.]

Yeah, okay. [He scratches at the side of his neck. Just take the help, Rocket. You're not in the right state of mind to act like you don't need it.] So wily street urchin with something to prove. [He points at Lance.] Criminal genius. [He points at himself.] And whatever you do, don't pull a weapon until I give you the signal.