[ fortunately for gamora, peter does a solid job warding off the officer, and she manages to find a quiet spot down the hall, away from the foyer and the nova corps, separate and party that she sincerely hopes they won't be expected to continue attending. a quiet alcove with a bench is where she's settled herself with the medkit, with some measure of relief as she carefully cleans the cut on her arm.
the sound of footsteps in the hall immediately makes her reach for the knife on her thigh, but when she looks up to see peter making his way towards her, she lets her hand drop away. ]
Do you think they will be satisfied enough that we can leave soon?
[ she asks it casually enough as she picks up the bandages she'd set aside, holding a bit of gauze in place over her arm. she could leave it exposed, honestly, and it would close within the hour or next, but if nothing else, she knows it's not the most appealing thing to leave out in the open. ]
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the sound of footsteps in the hall immediately makes her reach for the knife on her thigh, but when she looks up to see peter making his way towards her, she lets her hand drop away. ]
Do you think they will be satisfied enough that we can leave soon?
[ she asks it casually enough as she picks up the bandages she'd set aside, holding a bit of gauze in place over her arm. she could leave it exposed, honestly, and it would close within the hour or next, but if nothing else, she knows it's not the most appealing thing to leave out in the open. ]