[ It might almost be hilarious how she looks away from the knife so suddenly, a startled, jerky motion not entirely in sync with how she usually is. Gamora hadn't seen anyone familiar on her own way out (as well as several ways back in and then back out all over again), yet there he is, sitting there looking like a miserable lump. The surprise only lasts, say, maybe two seconds, though.
She won't say so, but the relief of not being here alone is immense. Of course, instead of showing that, she'll only purse her lips at him in a most disapproving way and get back to her sorting. Yeah, that's it. ]
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She won't say so, but the relief of not being here alone is immense. Of course, instead of showing that, she'll only purse her lips at him in a most disapproving way and get back to her sorting. Yeah, that's it. ]
I'm not looting.
[ She so is. ]
Are you unharmed?