"Great!" Rocket had spent long enough in Gotham and now the Inn that 'when we get back' wasn't something he put any real faith in. Quill was still pretty new to the extradimensional kidnapping thing, though, so he didn't have to sit the guy down and spell out 'this is home now, you're never goin' back or seein' anybody ever again' yet. "I know like a million ways to stink shit up. Even your humie nose'll stop workin' so bad you won't be able to taste shit either."