Rocket graciously took the water from the waiter. If this glass of water was any indicator of what was to come, Rocket couldn't wait to be part of a mercenary group. She wondered how this man could afford so much purified water, as if ordered a second for the man who had just joined them. After a few moments of holding the cold glass in her hands she realized that her shaking was even more obvious by the ripples in the water in the glass. She quickly set it back down on the table, without taking a sip.  She chose not to acknowledge the man who had approached the two of them, feeling more comfortable talking to Jacobson. 

She tried to control her fearful expression when he asked where she had fought before. Should she lie? But that would just be digging herself into a deeper whole. She could say she worked for a town, punching mantises and ants into smithereens. But she figured if he could see past her lies then she would be in more trouble then it was worth. She swallowed back her shaky voice, feeling her eyes dart around, trying to avoid his gaze.

[color=007236]"Uh...yeah you can know..."[/color] She muttered, wringing her hands nervously. [color=007236]"It was...uhh..."[/color] She paused, trying to be as vague as possible. [color=007236]"Lots of entertainment boxing and such..."[/color] A partial truth.