Aw, kid. Rocket can’t be too spitefully mean for no reason. Natasha rubbed off on him more than he thought, maybe. He gives the kid a grin that doesn’t show too many teeth. “I mean, I ain’t gonna say it’s impossible. Most of this stuff would need rewiring first, but I could throw something together from what you got, no problem. Worst you’ll probably do is set something on fire.”

He glances around, one furry eyebrow raised. “You do have a fire suppressor just in case, right?”