[ Gamora wasn't one to hang around, definitely not at a crash site. The drop ship isn't from any known origin she can ID, nor are their surroundings. That much, okay, she can deal with that, to be entirely honest. The part that frustrates her to no end? Someone took her weapons. Someone who wasn't going to be long for this world as soon as she figured out who, but that's neither here nor there. Instead, she's focusing on re-arming.
While others dally around, groggy and shaken from their sudden and unanticipated arrival, she's gone ahead and thrown out the bags of supplies, out into one big pile. There, outside, she makes quick work of searching each and every one. She's already recovered two knives, already tucked away in her own belt. One hammer, too, although that's been set aside for the time being. Same with medical supplies, food, water; all in all, it looks like she's counting up what they have.
Just, you know, keeping the sharper bits for herself. Next bag rifled through, another knife found. Gamora holds it up into the light to inspect it with a discerning eye. She won't even look away when approached, instead offering a dismissive: ]
Don't even try it.
[ The third knife, probably deemed worthy, ends up stabbed into the ground by her for emphasis. ]
gamora | guardians of the galaxy
While others dally around, groggy and shaken from their sudden and unanticipated arrival, she's gone ahead and thrown out the bags of supplies, out into one big pile. There, outside, she makes quick work of searching each and every one. She's already recovered two knives, already tucked away in her own belt. One hammer, too, although that's been set aside for the time being. Same with medical supplies, food, water; all in all, it looks like she's counting up what they have.
Just, you know, keeping the sharper bits for herself. Next bag rifled through, another knife found. Gamora holds it up into the light to inspect it with a discerning eye. She won't even look away when approached, instead offering a dismissive: ]
Don't even try it.
[ The third knife, probably deemed worthy, ends up stabbed into the ground by her for emphasis. ]
Just behave and maybe I'll let you have one.