Not only were Gamora, Drax, and Quill surprised by her sudden praise of Rocket, but even he was too! His ears twitched a bit, his face full of confusion, and when Groot said his lines, he looked over at him. "Really?" He looked back at Nikki. "Don't look like to me... except beautiful..."

Gamora's voice awoken Quill. "She's not really a friend..." He muttered. He walked in between her and Rocket, looking at him. "Speeder's good to go?" He asked, looking at the barely usable vehicle. Rocket looked up at him. "Hm? Oh, yeah, its fine." "I am Groot." "You don't do anything except try to eat a fusion cable." Rocket then looked at Nikki in between Quill's legs. "So, are there mighty stories of my kind? With big big guns? And explosion?" Rocket asked with a smile.

"We're getting off topic--" Quill started.

"Look, Quill. I'm trying to have a nice conversation with someone you clearly upset--"

"You don't even know the sto--"

"And as such an important figure to her culture, I think I have more authority than you." Rocket said. Quill opened his mouth in shock. "Hey, remember that time I grabbed the infinity stone? Remember when I am the captain of the ship? Remember who saved your furry butt so many times from loan sharks on Nowhere--"

"We agreed that we would never speak of that."

"I am Groot."

"I agree! Totally breaking friendship codes!"

"Can we get off this planet before we get killed by these robots?" Gamora shouted angrily, obviously tired of the bickering. "I agree. There is more robotic blood to be shed." Drax said, pulling out his blades. Quill nodded, then looked back at Rocket. "Come on, your grace." He said sarcastically, grabbing him by the neck and tossing him in the speeder. He jumped in the driver's seat, pushing the button to put his helmet on. "You coming, your highness? Or are you afraid I might sell you to those robots over there for a couple cans of motor oil?"