"Yeah.... well, bein' a Ravager was good for two kinds of people that could fight. The ones that didn't have no home to go back to, or the ones that looked out at the sky an' saw everywhere as their home. I was a little bit of both, and it worked out for a whole lotta people same as it did me."

Of course he prefaced it with 'that could fight'. Stakar wouldn't have wanted to condemn people that couldn't hold their own since there would always be people after them. And probably the only part of Yondu's mind truly at peace, that's always been at peace, is that he's at home wherever he's standing. Sure he might be awkward around a person, but right now in a strange hotel room he's not been in for more than a short while he's as comfortable as someone who visits on the regular.

"Hey, fightin' the big guy first and wreckin' 'em usually makes an impression on all the lessers. So how'd you take care of 'em?"