Rocket had been at the house for an hour or so now, having stopped by to have a late-night drink with Daryl. His natural instincts to protect this family, having been nurtured by the time he had spent with them in THEIR world, kicked in immediately when he heard Judith scream. Sure, he'd known her as a baby... but that didn't matter to him in the slightest. Hopping up from the table they'd been sitting at, the furry little Guardian made a beeline for her room, kicking the door open and quickly (somehow) drawing a gun that was bigger than HIM.