Are you talking to someone? [Rocket whirls around, not quite registering yet that he was broadcasting. He's greeted to Quill squeezing through the door and nothing else.]

You better not be going space crazy on me, Quill, which is a real and very serious medical condition [that he did not make up on the spot].

[Meanwhile, in Rocket's head.] Maybe he's seeing things. God, that'd be just our luck if this place were frickin' haunted.