[ Gamora is grateful for Peter's help (even if it still confuses her), but she's quiet all the way back to the bungalow. Again, after the door closes behind them, more of Gamora's tension and fight sinks right out of her. She's slow-going, carefully shrugs out of her jacket, hanging it over her forearm as she starts reaching behind herself, trying to find the zipper of her dress. ]
I don't think— [ A small wince as she strains to tug at the zipper. ] —I have any obligations tomorrow.
[ Translation: nowhere she might ask Peter to accompany her. ]
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I don't think— [ A small wince as she strains to tug at the zipper. ] —I have any obligations tomorrow.
[ Translation: nowhere she might ask Peter to accompany her. ]