Yondu wanders in with some purpose in his step, waiting as she moves around some chairs. But the sentiment as she shouts orders at the kid soften him a bit.

"Yeah, well, they always turn out best when they got a little bit of troublemaker in 'em somewheres." He reaches into his inner coat pocket and pulls out a metal cigar case he'd gotten at a stop, tapping it against his hand.

"So I wanted to talk to ya about somethin'. I got some people willin' to help set up some fences for ya. Electric ones- not strong enough to kill nobody-" usually, anyway "-just they ain't all that good for touchin'. Good for wardin' off pissed-off animals. But it means settin' y'all up with a power system that ain't gonna shut down easy on ya. So.. I ain't got a clue who I go to about that."