"Six?" Rocket asked as he sat up, taking an (understandably!) confused look around. "....aw, hell. It happened AGAIN, huh. This is getting realllllly flarkin' annoying now." Still, as he gathered his thoughts, he found himself grateful that, if he had to be transported AGAIN, at least Six was here with him. And... at least the bag was here. Grinning, he began rummaging through the bag, before pulling out the gun he'd built her a while back. "Lookie what I happened to be working on RIGHT as I disappeared..."