Fancy Pants, whose brows had risen, but who'd declined to intervene, murmured to the mechanic as he passed, "What the captain says goes, my good fellow, and she won't always have time to explain herself. Best to accustom yourself to that now." He cocked his head as the frowning earth pony paused. "Since we have a moment, however, I will point out this is to be a ferry cruise, not a hunting expedition. The rockets are designed for attack, and are almost useless in defense. They are heavy, potentially hazardous to carry for extended periods, and not terribly accurate. Unlike the guns, they are restricted to forward fire and cannot reach out to long range. So we leave them behind." The mechanic grumbled, but he did the job.