Sam came to rather slowly. When he woke up he knew he wasn't on Xandar anymore. He didn't move, waiting until he knew a little more about where he was before doing that. For all he knew those men had thought it would be a good idea to hold a member of the Nova Corp hostage. Sam could feel a bruise forming on his jaw where he had received the blow. It throbbed dully but the pain soon increased as the teen returned to the land of the conscious. Without meaning to, Sam let out a low moan, working to sit up as he lifted a hand to feel the bruise. He winced and let his hand drop, more focused on his surroundings for the moment.<br/><br/>He was on a ship, that much he knew, which meant one of two things. He was either in the hands of those likely criminals, or the Guardians. Neither was ideal, but at least one gave him the chance to get out of this alive. It was cleaner than he would have expected those men's ship to be (if they had one that was), not perfect, but adequate. Sam's investigation was cut short when thin tendrils snaked their way up the table leg next to him. Freezing, Sam watched the small creature work its way up the piece of furniture until it stood on the table.<br/><br/>"I am Groot?" Nova didn't quite understand if that was this being's way of introducing itself, or something else his translator wasn't picking up. Before he could do anything about it though, the Groot-creature was standing on the opposite edge of the table from where Sam was, waving his small hands in the air as though trying to grab someone's attention, all the while shouting those same three words.