[ gamora stops short, turning quickly on her heel (not her usual boots, much to her distaste), to face up peter. she looks at him with that unwavering stare, those intense eyes that have so often set her enemies trembling. ]
Is that so?
[ she ignores the music from the hall, the distant whisper of voices close enough that she could probably pick words out for herself if she felt inclined.
no subject
Is that so?
[ she ignores the music from the hall, the distant whisper of voices close enough that she could probably pick words out for herself if she felt inclined.
but instead, she's just looking at peter. ]