Smiling somewhat awkwardly, Gamora nodded. "It is, we're part of the same team so it makes sense to live on the same ship. And now that we're here, and we're the only ones the other knows, it makes sense too."
After that, an awkward silence installed itself while the two aliens drank their respective drinks, Gamora eyeing the DJ booth as if she expected to find anything but Peter having the time of his life. Which reminded her that he better play the theme from Dirty Dancing, the only redeemable thing about a grown man preying on a young girl. She didn't care whether she was seventeen in the movie. The age difference was obvious and according to what Gamora had read and seen, so was the power, the maturity, and the control. MJ was only younger by one year after all, and Gamora couldn't abide to see her with someone twice her age. Or even five years older. Disgusting.