"Do you really give a crap about what they frown on right now? 'Cause I don't." There has to some kind of clause for lifting annoying regulations on things going boom when you're on a nightmare hellship. That's an understandable circumstance, right?

Rocket glances at York's armor, then peers up at York's face, frowning. "You're making me the optimistic one here. Don't do that. That just reinforces how screwed we are."