"Six and a Quarter?" It almost made Gamora smile. She would have, if her mind hadn't been so busy racing with all the other thoughts. How old was Gamora when they'd met? Obviously older than this, but how much older? It couldn't have been too much but, when you measured time in battles and missions, it got a little difficult to tell.
"You are very, very, brave for six and a quarter years old." Because that Gamora could say. She remembered when she'd been taken by Thanos. She remembered every day being absolutely terrified...but every day there was, at least, not every day here. Gamora was thankful beyond measure for that. If this...she'd be dead. Gamora would put herself between any harm that would have come toward the child sitting in front of her. "I don't think I'd have even wanted to talk to anyone if it had happened to me, at least not unless my brave sister was around."
And at that, she did manage the smallest of smiles.