[Rocket looks from Lara to Buffy and there's a flicker of something in his fuzzy expression that looks pained, but he shakes it off and finishes off the remainder of the flask.] And there's more where that thing came from anyway. You'd be lucky if I can even get you within ten feet of it.

[He was trying to tell you this, but you were all... You know. You. And he really needs a way off this island, but hey. Maybe logic will win out now that everything is calm.] If your friends are there, they're probably screwed. No one who goes in there comes out lookin' good and that's assumin' they come out at all.