"What raccoon?! My name's Rocket! I'm not some raccoon!" Although Rocket Raccoon's tech-related intelligence had become top-tier even on a cosmic scale after his modifications, there was clearly something wrong with his sense of self.
Or rather, Rocket Raccoon had no idea what a raccoon was, so naturally he did not think he could be one. In Rocket Raccoon's insecure, sensitive, and fragile heart, he was just a freakish modified creature. He was not any known species, so he hated being called any kind of creature by anyone.
"Fine, Rocket. We have to go. This guy is my enemy, and he definitely won't let me off..." Star-Lord listened to the constant booming outside Space Prison and hurriedly said to Rocket Raccoon, "And my value isn't just Yondu's bounty. The Orb is in my hands. I don't know exactly how much it's worth, but it's definitely worth way more than me!"
Star-Lord was afraid his own value would not be enough to move Rocket Raccoon, so he brought up the Orb as well. With Star-Lord alone, even now, when the prison guards were stretched thin, he had no confidence that he could break out. To put it bluntly, any random prisoner here might be able to knock Star-Lord flat, let alone allow him to escape Space Prison with his belongings.
"The Orb? What kind of good stuff is that?" Rocket Raccoon's eyes lit up. There just happened to be no equipment or anything like that at hand, so Rocket Raccoon had no way to look up more information about the Orb, but that did not stop him from estimating its value.
As Rocket Raccoon saw it, a penniless guy like Star-Lord, who did not even look like much, was not worth a forty-thousand bounty at all. Now that the Orb had