“And I’m Rocket.” What the hell, they’re all swapping names tonight. You never know who might be worth knowing after all, either as someone who owes you a favor, or as a mark.

Rocket doesn’t join them in the actual dance, but he does hang out nearby, tapping a foot to the rhythm and humming under his breath. Groot, meanwhile, waits to make sure Jaylah is watching before he begins his dance again. It’s not so much one that he’s learned as one he’s invented on his own, mostly sticking to the beat of the music and getting his entire body involved. He’s a little more mindful of his limbs this time, though, not wanting to accidentally whap his new friend in her face.