[He reaches out and takes the phone, holding it and flipping through the images. Pretty much the essential folder of a proud parent, whether of a pet or a person.]

I know a hyper-intelligent raccoon. They're these kinda... big ol' rat lookin' Terran things with fluffy tails? Sorta like they got masks with their fur pattern? Got experimented on by scientists. Absolute asshole, but still good people. He'd probably stand in Fluffy's court.

[He holds the phone back out to her after looking.]

Yeah, I'd never do it again. Got a lot better about what jobs I took. [He even would turn them around mid-job and say that he had to, having no intention to finish in the first place, taking a second-rate deal out of ethics but write it off as self-preservation.]

Yeah... Not all Kree are awful but... the ones that are? Don't go about it half-assed. I didn't get the scars on my face from fightin'. [He tips his his head to point out the strange pattern. They're not random. They're almost like tally marks.] But Skrulls are real good about bein' sneaky so they probably made it. [He sounds like he admires them for it.]