"Very well then." Gamora was careful to keep her pace slow, to not rush, but also to keep her free arm out and make sure that no one came too close. She couldn't say entirely where it came from or what the feeling was(she could, she just didn't want to), but she felt...tense. It was a dire, imperative, need that she keep Nebula safe, protected. She knew a good number of people were...not fans of either of them. She knew people had good reason and, even if she suspected Knowhere might forgive them for some of that, it was impossible to say what someone might try if they knew who the tiny person was holding her hand. Gamora hoped it wouldn't come to that, hoped that Nebula could be spared knowing about the things they'd done...
...And she'd not even hesitate to kill a single person who sought to judge Nebuka for it now.