As soon as he heard the click, Rocket had his pistols out and aimed, not caring that she hadn't taken aim of her own. It was a protection thing for him, and maybe a bit of a 'I won't stand for your shit' gesture as well.

"How the fark am I supposed to know that?! It's not like I know what the bloody hell you lot are! You don't exist in my universe, not that I've ever seen!" he growled, tail lashing as a claw twitched around each trigger of his laser pistols. "What the fark do you call the differences then, huh? Styles? Is that what it is?"