Rocket was backing out of the aisle he'd been in, eyes still on the books that had fallen, when the sound of footsteps makes his ears perk. He's immediately got the pistol he'd been holding lifted again, it's mate joining it as it's pulled free from it's holster and aimed right at the purple haired young man that had appeared.

"Who are you?" Rocket barked out the question, tail flicking as he stared Trunks down--despite being so much shorter than the other.