Gamora was not used to this, to snow. It was wet and cold and she didn't much care for it. Although she didn't feel the cold, body modified to ensure it didn't need to prioritize a feeling. But she knew that it was. Coffee helped cold and she'd expected more people, but obviously they were doing other things. So she drank coffee instead, watching with Clint as people started to build a strange ice structure.
"I thought there would be more," she admitted as she ran a hand up her bare arm, skin cold to the touch. "Holding something warm is what they do in the movie," Gamora added with a little shrug.
"Is it Jesus making it snow?" Gamora finally asked, not quite sure that she understood. Earth's holidays were confusing. "Because you would think a son of a deity would pick something better than that."