Nah. I'm just cool. [ He shrugs, as if to say that it can't be helped. That he's so cool, that is. ]

Anyway, if you're a fan of reconstituted something-or-others, grub's on me, 'cause that's about all I can manage. If you want actual food, you'll have to grab Drax, and he's in the middle of sparring with Gamora, and he's liable to snap your neck if he's too in the zone.

[ He pushes away from the shelf he was leaning against and heads out. ] C'mon, kid.