[ Gamora would never be one to admit it, but even when they were scraping the bottom of the barrel, even when Drax and Rocket and Quill were being absolutely insufferable, making her roll her eyes and sigh in exasperation, she found herself oddly content with the new life she was leading.
They would do whatever they needed to do to get by, but even when things were really shitty, there was always a choice to be made. There was a freedom in that she appreciated.
What she did not appreciate was how vague a question Quill just posed. The market area was crowded, and rife with the smells of too many bodies packed together, various foods and animals. She has no idea how good or bad a Terran's sense of smell is, so really, he could be talking about anything.
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They would do whatever they needed to do to get by, but even when things were really shitty, there was always a choice to be made. There was a freedom in that she appreciated.
What she did not appreciate was how vague a question Quill just posed. The market area was crowded, and rife with the smells of too many bodies packed together, various foods and animals. She has no idea how good or bad a Terran's sense of smell is, so really, he could be talking about anything.
She wrinkles her nose slightly. ]
Smell what?