Groot hated wearing the bland uniform of the Legion, but he was told he had to wear it and that if he didn't he couldn't join. Luckily he was allowed to keep his weapon so that was a plus in his mind, Groot stood about a head taller than most of the other recruits while he did see a few others around his height it was the giant of a man that stood nearer to the front of the crowd of recruits that caught his attention. Groot was instantly jealous of the man, normally Groot was the tallest person but this man was taller and that had Groot in a bit of a mood. Then Groot saw the handle of the weapon the man had, he recognized it but he couldn't place where he recognized it from. Other than the giant, Groot saw nothing that interested him besides the man who stood before him and the rest of the recruits. 

There was a man that could kill with just a look, and Groot was for the first time in his undeath impressed by someone other than himself. He wanted to be jealous of the man but he felt that if he tried any of his normal jealous actions towards the man he would know what true death was and he did not want that. Groot was starting to get restless, so he began to straighten his uniform, which had started to bug him because it was very uncomfortable. He couldn't say that the armor was impractical but, Groot preferred practicality that would also make him stand out he wanted so badly to be back in his old armor it was practical, comfortable, and made him stand out from the others.