"Yeah, a little. I mean, mostly humie. Any humie'd prob'ly be fooled, but t'me, you're... well, I know that fuckin' smell." Briefly, Rocket pulled the collar on his jumpsuit aside to flash one of his implants. He knew what advanced robotics and cybernetics smelled like.

Normally, he kept that shit on hard lockdown. But somehow he kind of wanted to play actual welcome wagon. For once.