It's a little disturbing how quickly this place is seeming like home to Rocket, or at the very least, a familiar bolthole. But he's not exactly complaining. Comfort's hard to come by these days, and he'll take what he can get.

"Thanks, you too." Normally after a mission he'd make himself at home, find some low-effort snack, and take a load off his feet. But there's work to do, frivolous or not, and he sweeps a casual eye over the room to see how far Natasha's already gotten in her cleaning. "Should be able to get Nebula in on it, though I dunno if she really gets the whole birthday thing. Gamora didn't, at first." His ears lay back against his head, but he keeps going as if his thoughts weren't obvious. "Haven't heard from Rhodes since the last check-in, but Okoye didn't sound like she had anything important goin' on."