"Hey! You actually aren't crap at that!" Rocket sounds pleased, or at least as pleased as he can get while decked out in a very small hat and poncho. If he's going to be caught in some kind of idiotic gunfight, he might as well be caught in one with somebody who knows what he's doing.

He ducks as shot skims past his head, then fires back towards the offending bandit. "So, should we start keeping count or what?"

Somebody's in a competitive mood today, apparently.