It was a lot to try to absorb, that things were different, that she was different. These people, Nabula and The Guardians, the person they knew was a stranger to Gamora and she was hesitant to get too close to her sister because she expected her to lash out. They hadn't been able to stand together since they'd been so small, since Nebula had been more girl than machine and Gamora still had her guard up.
Her lips pressed together as Nebula told her about the universe pulling people from where they belonged and she felt guilt then, because she'd stayed, had that been what had done this? Gamora didn't belong and perhaps it had been her fault that they were here. But none of that played out on her face, blank as she made her way around the small square, listening carefully.
But it was all silent.
"It's so quiet," she said softly. Gamora was used to the hum of a ship, the bright lights of a planet. This? It was so quiet it was deafening. "Why were you looking for me? To make me go back?" Gamora questioned, harder now, more guarded.