"Where are you getting that from?" Rocket rolls his eyes. "You want regular optimism, go find...somebody's who not me." He turns his attention to the rest of the hall, giving it a sweep with his gun before looking back to York. "Anyway, speaking of doors, we should probably get moving."
To where isn't clear yet, just to somewhere...less fleshy.
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To where isn't clear yet, just to somewhere...less fleshy.