Luckily he doesn't take it personally. He's coping, the way that Yondu says it. Though there's regret that he couldn't get to helping him in time. He's sometimes a klutz like that, doing things all wrong, not able to handle it properly.

"Alright. Hold on, I think I can do somethin'. Illusions don't count for my fin."

He closes his eyes as he'd done so many times on Erda, letting it light up and just allowing that artificial sense take over. He'd not relied on it so often before the time, it just helped him target people behind cover and in cockpits. Now it's becoming a common thing and god he hopes this fin holds out a while like the last one.

"Okay, I reckon I know where some are." He opens his eyes and heads that direction.