"Attached to the back of my belt is a small handgun. Ain't much, but it's better than knives, babe..." Rocket told her as he lifted his rifle again and expertly picked off two more approaching walkers, giving an intense little sneer. "BLAM. Murdered you."
Hilariously, as stressful and tense as this situation was, it was almost a stress-reliever for both of them. Both were warriors at heart, and something like this was a great way for both to blow off some steam.