Gamora snickered, turning a knowing gaze onto Loki. She'd had a lot of those: unfortunate turn of events. And some that were over quickly, too. Gamora shrugged at his sympathy, a sad smile washing over her features. She wiped it off with a sip of her drink, the sweet taste dancing on her tongue and letting her forget about things she couldn't change. "That would be nice. You must have many. I do, too."
Just as prompted, Gamora clinked her glass against Loki's, smiling more widely now. She looked around. "Are you here alone?"