"You are welcome." A few years ago, Gamora would have told her that 'It was just an observation'. Now however, like the way she returned the bow, she was growing more accustomed to...well...customs. Maybe it was spending time around Peter, who was surprisingly knowledgeable about such things, but...well, something had obviously been rubbing off on her over the past few years.
She liked to pretend she had no clue what anyone was talking about, but she knew better. She knew she was different. She knew her life had changed, that the path was on now was a very different one than she was on all those years ago. Before the Guardians. Before reuniting with Nebula. Before Knowhere. She could barely track who she'd been before then and, if it wasn't for the haunting reminder of the things she'd done in the name of surviving Thanos, Gamora honestly wondered if she might have lost sight of that person on the whole.
But how far had she come really? When she considered the reasons she was standing here, it didn't seem like that far at all. She was still so...she didn't even know. Calling it angry didn't feel like the right word but...but she had more to consider now than she ever had before. There was Nebula and the Guardians, there were the residents of Knowhere like Meetra, there was Thanos out there somewhere, and, now, there seemed to be something practically every other day that required her to further divide up her time. Gamora liked to think that these reasons were good ones for wanting to come into the Dojo. She told herself that the frustration was probably what everyone was feeling, that what she was experiencing was probably normal...
Even if a normal person probably didn't want to hack one of the dummies until it was dust.
"You are fine." Gamora was never one to stay too distracted if she could help it, at least not these days. However, her eyes shifted to the weapon when it was offered out to her. She wouldn't shy away from it, instead reahcing out to take it from the other woman with the expected level of neutrality. She looked it over, examined its weight in her hand, even loosed her wrists as if to spin it like the blade was ignited. It was lighter than she expected but, after watching Meetra just now, Gamora felt silly for the exxpression of surprise that crept over her features at that.
It should have been obvious.
She should have seen it.
She hadn't.
"I would appreciate that." She added, perhaps a bit hasty in the way she accepted the offer. Anything to take her mind off where she was right now? That was what Gamora wanted.