To be friendly and also because it wasn’t like he couldn’t get more, Rocket poured Quill a drink. Somehow he’d ended up with multiple glasses when he hadn’t needed any, but it came in handy. “I met Spider-kid, a redhead in the kitchen, an’ a few others. Bomb girl. Whatever. You’ll do okay here pretty sure. So far most people‘ ever done okay with me.” And Rocket knew he was way harder to get along with than Quill.