[ Gamora looks up from where she's fiddling with the cannula in her arm. ]

I've already almost entirely dislodged it. I might as well take it out.

[ And it's annoying. ]

If they still think I need it, for some reason, they would have to insert another one anyway.

[ It's such an incredibly minor wound that her body is already trying to heal around where she's displaced it, so she'd need a different one to make sure it's effective.

But, at this point, she's not convinced she requires it – or further medical attention, for that matter. ]