[ Behind the vague haze still clinging to the edges of her awareness, Gamora is willing to concede that they should settle in for a bit – while making a mental note to see about getting ice for Peter the next day for his inevitable bruises.
She nods, then heads for the ladder. Maybe it's her practiced balance that keeps her level as she climbs down from the ship, but this time, she doesn't waver or misstep, and she glances back at Peter evenly. ]
If you happen to have anything clean to wear, I'm going to borrow that.
[ ... And there she goes assuming she's headed straight for Peter's room. As usual.
She could stop by her own bunk, change as she always has been, but that's one more stop than she feels inclined to make with that still-present agitation and... fuzziness? Is that the best way to describe it? ]
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She nods, then heads for the ladder. Maybe it's her practiced balance that keeps her level as she climbs down from the ship, but this time, she doesn't waver or misstep, and she glances back at Peter evenly. ]
If you happen to have anything clean to wear, I'm going to borrow that.
[ ... And there she goes assuming she's headed straight for Peter's room. As usual.
She could stop by her own bunk, change as she always has been, but that's one more stop than she feels inclined to make with that still-present agitation and... fuzziness? Is that the best way to describe it? ]