Her eyes widen at the gun, she did love guns, never hide the fact. It was how her and Rocket bonded to start with. When Groot spoke and sighed at them, Six was laughing at the banter, then nodded her head as she touched Groot arm lightly, "there's just something about it, big gun in your hand and Wuh-POW, you have the power to take out the enemy." So she was a little blood thirsty from the time the Mogs locked her up for months, but she was tamer now, Rocket helped with that when they were traveling together.
"So," she turned back to the one holding the gun, "did I hear you say something about...maybe a gift" her hand touched her chest, "for little old me?" she asked in a hopeful voice. She had lost the last gun he made her then first day here, crashed on the canyon floor.