The way Gamora looked at her was the same way she'd looked at Stark, and she realized now what it was to be in the position he'd been in. Unlike with Stark though she did not reach for her blasters, perhaps it was foolish to hope but after finding herself here she could not hold back the foolish emotion that despite Paramater not yielding the results she'd wanted, she might still find what she was seeking.
"Yes." She agreed, lifting her hands the same way she had when they had attempted to convince her past self that betraying Thanos was what they would choose given enough time and distance from the Titan.
She knew her sister had not wanted to be found, at least not so soon - Gamora was no fool, despite what her choice in friends might suggest, if she had wanted Nebula to find her she knew how to contact her so that only Nebula would know. And yet she hadn't, she'd disappeared into a world that was not her own and yet was the only one she had left to her after everything.
"I have been searching for you." She told her, keeping her hands up, making herself as far from threatening as possible, though they both knew that appearances could be deceiving, she did not need to hold a weapon in her hand to be a danger, but Gamora was the one person in the galaxy that she would not threaten with one. Even here, where it might just mean her end, let it be at the hands of her sister, better than all the other deaths she might have had.