Rocket cackles a little, despite the grief still underlying all of these memories. "Oh man, way too many times. Quill got himself good that last time, sneezin' mid-stab. Had to stop off at a real clinic for that one. Mantis never let him live it down."

Well, okay, and neither did Rocket. But Quill always seemed more outraged to have someone so sweet and innocent laughing it up at him, so Rocket didn't exactly mind so much.

Ah, those were the days.

He lapses into a sad sort of silence for a moment before he shakes himself and looks back over at her. "How 'bout you? Must've been some downtime in between big gigs, back in the day, right?"