"The shiniest thing in space?"

"And the most colorful!"

"Not bad, not bad."

"I'll even be gracious and let you take a few rides."

"Sounds like fun, Rocket."

"It will be!"

"I'm thinking I'll get new swords first."

"Oh, good idea - fancier ones?"

"Bigger ones."

"Nice."

"Yyyyep."

"You've got some damn good swords already."

"One can never have enough swords."

"Definitely! Meant you have taste."

"Though from what I've seen, you have more guns."

"Each one's a unique work of art. And my expertise there is how I know you have quality weapons."

"Yeah, point."

"Though we'll have to have the money first... How long until we get there, speaking of?"

"Shit, not too much longer. I should get back to the controls."

Heh.

She'll let Ash do that. 

Not that this should be a tricky bit of flying or anything, but yeah.

Rocket can be pretty distracting when she wants to be! 

Docking with the derelict husk of a long-dead giant's skull where there's not local traffic control to speak of isn't the best time to want that.

Fiiine.

Ash muscles a couple competing ships out of the way and secures a berth for the ship.