[ There's a bit of an awkward pause – thankfully, their own translators successfully allow them to understand McCree. Rocket crosses his arms, muttering something, while Gamora looks over the assembled team, wariness in her eyes.

Peter pulls them aside again, offers more reassurances, and when they seem mostly satisfied, Peter returns. ]

Their mods have patched up most of the physical damage, so they don't need a doc, but Rocket's gonna put together a list for what he needs.

He, uh. He can be kinda particular, so. Sorry in advance.