"Unfortunately. Alien prisons might be a little different, but I could probably figure it out. Cop intuition or something." That's almost a joke, which for Pratt is a lot. If panic was a person, it would be Pratt.

"Oof. First day and there's a cruise ship. I dunno if that's lucky or cursed. Probably cursed." He frowns, his pessimism getting the best of him. "In good news none of the food seems to be poisoned. I uh, took one for the team there."

He ate an entire vegetable platter is what he means. Though somehow he always seems to look like he hasn't eaten or slept in two weeks.