Rocket's not much good at telling when humans are young or not after they've gotten big, but he's got a vague enough idea to tell that this one's not quite on the edge of adulthood just yet. Still getting' experience in what's good and what's bad, if the sights and smells from this junkheap is any indication. Some of these circuit boards are so old and dusty that they'll fry the second they have power, and there's something that looks an awful lot like a spacesuit generator that's been waterlogged beyond recoverability. But there are some gems in there, piled on top of junk that might as well broadcast that the kid has no idea what he's got.

He picks up one of the battery packs and turns it over idly in nimble hands, already mentally reviewing the best way to strip it down and hotwire it into something with a brighter punch to it. "Could be a dangerous game," he says, amusement in his voice. "Does this antiviolence thing stop things from blowing up?" Because if it doesn't, that's even more incentive to rework some of this junk into a bomb. You never know when you're gonna need one, after all. "I never got around to testing it, which is kinda an oversight on my part."