[Sometimes Rocket can recognize when people are actively trying to be nice and he's being a right toolbox about it. It may have been nearly a year since he arrived here, but he's still not used to people being nice just for the sake of it. So he huffs (and moves his tail over even though she wasn't really in any danger of sitting on it).] Look. I appreciate the advice. Really. But Quill and me? We wouldn't have been friends under any circumstance other than the one we were in. It just wouldn't have happened. So figurin' out how to approach this is... it's a thing is all.