Rocket, hunched over a workbench in her father's garage, grunted as she tried to pull apart her rocket launcher for maintenance. Setting little bits of metal and screws aside, she held it up and rotated it to inspect it closer. Ensuring that the launcher was unloaded, she pulled on the trigger. A hiss came from her weapon, smoke rising from it. "Oh, damnit, damnit!" she grumbled, swinging her head to check if anyone was near. Upon seeing you, she instinctively tried to cover up her launcher.