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Tell me about one.

[She says it impulsively, fingers wrapping tight around her glass. Her eyes are a little glazed, her cheeks flushed.]

Your favorite, or-- or your most interesting, or what have you. But I'd be like to hear about another planet.

I don't have a favorite. [He's a bit too cynical for that.] Eh, maybe Adjufar, but there's not much to it. More the experience than the actual planet.

[Given what he knows of Rosalind, she'd prefer somewhere a little less about the atmosphere that Rocket has come to enjoy and a little more about something that actively sparks her mind.] I don't care much about Xandar, but you probably would. Place is pretty much the cultural hub of the known galaxy. They got everything there.

Plus since I saved it once, it's got a few more perks than it started out with. [a beat. a grim expression. another swig of the scotch.
Had a few more perks, anyway.

Oh, you have your little hero's badge, don't you? You can get plenty of perks now.

[Her voice is so very dry, because no amount of perks is going to make her forget why she has that stupid little broach. But ah, they won't focus on that.]

What are the natives like?

I didn't take that stupid thing. It ain't like me not to take the cash and run, but this is a pride situation.

[He doesn't want compensation for being tortured. His compensation comes when those bastards are dead, and if there's any left alive, he'll take them out and pocket any bounty money he gets. He clears his throat, however, and presses on, making it pretty clear that the "apology" money and the baubles aren't worth shit to him and that's all that needs to be said.

Besides, neither of them are here to talk about torture.]

Honestly? They're just like anybody around here. They look humanoid. You probably couldn't even pick one out of a crowd if they woke up and came down here. It's the Kree and Krylorians and the Skrulls and a bunch of others that look different. [He takes another swig.] ...Okay, not the Skrulls, 'cause they shapeshift. They can look like whatever they want.

Technically, so can I.

[Though she's not quite up to doing so just yet.]

That, however, is a gifted ability, not my own. What about the Krylorians, what are they like?

Heh. I may have to look into that... Might keep me from getting kidnapped by people I piss off. [Not that he doesn't have serious issues with having his shape messed with having been basically tortured into the one he has now, but functionality over fear and all that.]

They're pink. Like bright, bright pink. And uh... [Man what can you even say about them? Most of the ones he's met have been pretty chill. Or psychotic like the Collector's assistant.] They're not a race with a lot of backbone, to be honest. Kree are violent, racist dicks. Skrulls are violent, shady dicks.

Everyone's an asshole, basically.

You'd have to be married. It comes with some drawbacks.

[JUST SAYING, nobody wants to be married to Ardyn Izunia. She'd know. Though she huffs a laugh at his further description.]

So it isn't human nature so much as sentient nature. I admit, I'm a touch disappointed. One would hope others are more enlightened, but I suppose not.

[His lip curls back in disgust. Hah. Marriage. Good one.]

Stupidity and dickishness are terminal illnesses across the wider universe, what can I tell you?

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