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[ Peter was readying himself for another merry-go-round of arguing in circles, but Rocket manages to catch him off guard.
--Oh. His arm. ]
It's fine.
[ He says it brusquely, lifting his good shoulder in a shrug; it feels like a challenge. ]
'Sides. I'm in a better place to maneuver tight turns, seein' as how I can actually turn my head.