[ It doesn't surprise her when Peter seems caught by the exposed view of what lies beneath her seemingly organic skin; living creatures, "real" life, tended to expect everything else was just like them.
That was part of what made it so easy for the Phalanx to infiltrate other races; their enemies never suspected something technological to worm its way into the core of their society.
Peter comes around quickly, and Gamora starts to strip off her vest as he gathers up his tools. She's left with her mostly-shredded undershirt that keeps her "decent" – even if nudity is far from her greatest consideration.
With the tools set on the table, Gamora steps close to look them over, her eyes flicking mechanically from one object to the next.
no subject
That was part of what made it so easy for the Phalanx to infiltrate other races; their enemies never suspected something technological to worm its way into the core of their society.
Peter comes around quickly, and Gamora starts to strip off her vest as he gathers up his tools. She's left with her mostly-shredded undershirt that keeps her "decent" – even if nudity is far from her greatest consideration.
With the tools set on the table, Gamora steps close to look them over, her eyes flicking mechanically from one object to the next.
Finally, looking back up at Peter, ]
Your hands.
[ AKA: she can't do this without actual help. ]