He frowns "A capture?" he asks frowning a bit. "but you obviously are a raccoon... just... " he stops before saying something to offend the poor creature. "What are you hunting then?"
Rocket glared at the raccoon comment. “A fugitive, obviously.” He rolled his eyes, irritation written all over his face. “An’ you ain’t makin’ it any easier t’ find this guy when ya keep blatherin’.”














