Rocket's bared teeth snarl promises a retort that'll contain a great deal of cursing until Frank mercifully steps in and does what he can't- he can bite and claw and snap verbally, but he can't slam his tiny cybernetically enhanced foot on someone's instep and do more than superficial annoyance.

"This is gonna be a delightful trip, I just know it," Rocket mutters, taking the lead once they've boarded since he's smaller and easier to get lost in the tangle of legs as people select their seats.

"Hopefully the ride won't get hijacked by demons this time." He's saying this not for anyone's benefit, but because he's a shit.