Gamora walked into the bar & grill, things went silent for a moment, the deadliest woman just walked in, the question on most of the woman who knew her was, is she here to kill me? However Gamora wasn't there for that, not today, tomorrow might be different. She saw the Rocket, could tell by his body language he wasn't the bed moods, being a fellow team mate, she decided she'd sit with him.
Wanting to be heard so he wouldn't think she was spying on him, a hard click could be heard by the bottom of her boots and the slim green woman slid in the chair next to him.
A finger tap the bar and she offered a small smile as her drink appeared in front of her. Taking a healthy swig, she turned to him as her glass hit the bar, "so?"