Since New York, Nebula had struggled to keep herself busy. There was patrol, and the arcade room that had appeared and she'd found the games there diverting for short periods of time. Thor and Groot were gone, but the other Avengers and Quill were still here, so she had them for company. But there was so much time spent doing virtually nothing, that by today she was feeling very out of sorts. There hadn't been anyone to shoot or stab in far too long, and there was only so much foosball one could play without losing their cybernetically enhanced mind. So she'd headed for the gym, in the hopes that whatever passed for physical exertion would help ease the itch between her shoulder blades.
"Hello," Nebula said, studying the man who had come into the gym. She gave him a nod in greeting, then cocked her head with curiosity. "What is tree pose? I am not familiar with yoga." It sounded like a Terran thing, and something she might possibly have heard of but not paid attention to before. "Is it a form of martial arts? I know a very deadly tree, so I can see the benefit in learning this tree pose."