Rocket stuffs another paw full of eggs into his mouth and he goes to grab hold of Vaclav's three fingered hand. "So we're gonna liberate a whole bunch of these things? Don't look like no military weapon to me." But metal parts to make into things like bombs are always a plus in Rocket's book.

He then looks back to Miles as he swallows his food. "Good point, kid. Or we can always go blastin' through the front door."

"But still, any sc'matics for us to use? Or are we gonna go in blastin'?"