Rocket

The Inn was, generally, even more primitive than the primitive shithole that had been Gotham City. Gotham had had networks, cellular technology, random bits and bobs from far future or alternate future or other civilized presents. The Inn was like... Quill's memories of Earth covered in pink paint and glitter.

So basically Quill's memories of Earth, full stop.

But that was why Rocket had taken immediate advantage of Stark's request for weapon design and tech collaboration. Even slightly-less-primitive stuff to work on was better, and Stark's nanotech wasn't as chintzy as his fixation on the red and gold suit thing made it look. Stark himself had a brain, too, at least some of the time.

It was fun to work again, not that Rocket intended to say so to the man.

But that was why he brought the best things from the collection of things he'd been accumulating in his room since he'd arrived. The really good wire and higher-quality metal bits, that kind of thing, along with the tools he'd collected, made, improved. No telling what would be useful and what wouldn't, after all.

He laid it all out on a table in what had probably been some kind of conference room off the 'business center' and then started investigating the room for anything else useful while he waited for Stark to arrive.