He bares his teeth slightly in an evil sort of grin, taking careful aim of his weapon at the humie before him. It hums slightly, softly, as the charge builds up to its maximum levels (lethal levels, if Rocket had his way). His finger twitches against the trigger, waiting for the best opportune moment to fire. The blaster only had a half dozen shots in it before it needed to recharge again, and though Rocket had every confidence in his aiming abilities, he wasn't about to take his chances.

Rocket draws in a careful breath as the man comes right into his kill range, steadying his hands so that nothing could mess him up. Aiming right for this one's head, he lined up his shot... and pulled the trigger.