The comment about killing things earned an eyeroll from Rocket. "It's non-lethal. They made me do that." From his tone, it was clear that Rocket wasn't in favor of this modification, especially at the moment.

"And yeah, sure. Maybe we can get you to port in right over something big's head, let you knock it out by landing on it." Rocket reached behind his back, unhooking a much smaller, pistol-ish weapon. "Seriously, take this. It'll slow down whatever's trying to rip your face off. Won't kill anything unless you start beating things to death with it."