Rocket has been sitting there for a good few minutes or so, staring blankly at his rocket launcher in what looked to be a moment of contemplation.

What's in that demon's head? Who knows. Rocket would always excuse these moments as simple 'Trains of thought' than admitting anything.

You could probably see just the faintest smile on his face. A tad dead, but it was still there.

Normally, Rocket would've been running around and blowing stuff up. Not usual for him to be idle and silent.