[Rocket tenses so hard that his tail bristles, and given that's about all that is sticking out of the cabinet right now, it's still enough to show he's in more of a mood than usual. He drops down onto the counter, scratches his ear awkwardly as he struggles to find a way to explain it without words, and realizes he can't, so with a animal noise of agitation, he jumps off the counter and waves her off.
no subject
Without a word.]