Rocket stares at her for a second, head cocked like a confused dog that makes him look briefly more animal than he already does, and then his shoulders shake and a second later he's wheezily chuckling. "I stole it from a kid in Olympia a year ago." Because he clearly has no problems admitting that. Whatever, it was a kid from a wealthy family. He probably has ten wagons.

"I'm Rocket. Nice to meet you." He actually means it, too. She has a decent head on her shoulders if she can respond like that to his snark.