Rocket snarled, looking up at the man, clearly about to draw his gun.... before blinking a few times. Huh. Something was kind of occurring to him here. Oh, he thought this guy was an absolute douchebag on the network, but silently, he also kind of admired how adamantly the man stuck to his beliefs, however wrong they might be. He was a man of clear principles, and purposely picking a fight with someone did NOT seem like one of those principles.
"You know... I was about to call you a total gronad and attack you. But you're smart. TOO smart to just start random fights in a bar. In your own weird way, you're trying to help, aren't you? Heh. Maybe you're not the jerk I thought you were to begin with. Pull up a stool. Drinks are on me."