"Uh-huh. No, what I mean is, why you makin' it so easy? It's like 'hey everybody! Everything I got's packed in this nice glowing thing smack in the middle'a my gut sac AKA my biggest target zone.' A fighter you ain't." Rocket turned over his hand to investigate the palm. Some kind of firearm there. Pulse blaster? Yeah, maybe. Could be anything, on account of nanites.

Probably wasn't anything on account of low imagination. Pulse blaster. Not important right now though. "Whatever. This the amount you can get stable, one arm?"