I love all the tech. It's the best part of this place. On the other hand... My particular set of skills are way more useful when the people around me are a bunch of rubes.

[He rubs two of his fingers together which is a gesture freaky raccoon hands should not be able to make.] Think of all that money, Quill. We're gonna be rolling in it if I can get a decent business started. Now that Rosalind and Rhys are back in stasis, it's on me to keep these jerks in decent-

[And despite Quill's warning and Rocket's general dexterity, he is so focused on the excitement for mecha and new inventions he can sell, he misses a panel that's been slightly ripped out of the floor and trips on it, falling flat on his face.

He's fine.

His dignity is a little bruised, but... He's fine.]