To say that life was difficult was one of the most accurate statements Gamora could find in any language. Certainly there were arguments that here, now, even amid the chaos of Knowhere, it was at a lull, Gamora still found herself unsettled by that. Yes, this place kept them all on their guard, kept most everyone on an edge, Gamora felt like it was different for her. Everyone here, except for her and Nebula, was waiting for something random to happen, some invasion to band them all together. That was the difference, in essence, to her: When it came time for the rally of the masses toward the enemies which threatened their home, there would be allies to answer the call.
When it came to Thanos? Save Nebula, who even then, she would only accept because she knew that the alternative was simply not available to her, Gamora honestly believed she would be entering that battle alone. Never, not once, would she dare to echo the sentiment to her sister. Not now. Nebula struggled enough with finding her place and, with as shortsighted as Gamora felt she'd been regarding their relationship, the last thing the green skinned sister wanted to do was encourage anything that would take Nebula away from that. She was making friends here, finding a place, or so Gamora assumed based on how her sister had been acting, and there was no price Gamora wouldn't pay to see that continue -- even it it meant hindering her own readiness when it did come to the eventual confrontation.
Such was how she'd come to the dojo tonight, content to possibly find it empty and in a place where she could sit and work through the many forms with Godslayer. Once that was done, she would sit in contemplation, put together a map of her resources, and start building the framework of an actual plan to put into action for defense against Thanos. Then she could go to Nebula with some form of a plan and hopefully convince her Sister that staying here was the better idea. It was a good plan, one Gamora was more than content to spend the whole of her night on in solitude. She was almost excited for it, in her own way, or at least she would have been if she had not found the place to be less empty than she expected.
The sight however? It's enough to keep Gamora from showing any sign of displeasure. She didn't recognize the woman, at least not as someone she had spent too much time with. The weaponry was hard to miss however and had been of great interest to her at one point. Watching Meetra wield them though? That held Gamora's attention with a serious intensity. She tracked each movement of both blades, she watched them weave through the air. She watched as the weapon pulled itself through the air and into the other woman's hand, with that last little move earning an appreciative tick upwards of her eyebrow.
"You are quite skilled." Though it went without saying, it was genuine praise well earned. "And your weaponry remains impressive as ever."