[ Gamora falls into step behind Kraglin, but having the other thugs at her back makes her tense with immediate unease (which just reminds her about the tugging soreness sparking down her side). She doesn't lean on Peter now or let her step falter; she doesn't even adjust her weight to accommodate the injury.
She's going to regret that later.
Aggravation and a cool anger flares as those taunting words float after them, and Gamora finally throws over her shoulder to Narblik, ]
I'm going to feed you his— [ She nods to Geff. ] —remaining teeth, if you don't shut your mouth.
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She's going to regret that later.
Aggravation and a cool anger flares as those taunting words float after them, and Gamora finally throws over her shoulder to Narblik, ]
I'm going to feed you his— [ She nods to Geff. ] —remaining teeth, if you don't shut your mouth.