Gamora hadn't felt real, not seeing her in the past not seeing here once more in the present, and not here on the streets of this town, not until this moment. When her sister's hand found its way to hers. Nebula squeezed gently, just to feel her just a little bit more, to remind herself that she was real and here and this wasn't just some game being played since she'd followed Tony back through the door he'd come from.
Her sister had always been the one to hug, Nebula had never known what to do with it. It still wasn't a gesture she had a great deal of experience with but she knew enough of it to know that in this moment it was what she wanted. Closing the remaining distance between them she continued to hold Gamora's hand and with her free hand wrapped it around her sister drawing her close.
"We did not get the time we should have." She admitted after a moment, drawing back once more, she did not linger in it the way she saw humans do, that they had done it was enough. "Before."
"This place is not ideal," It was lacking a great deal of things that Nebula would have called necessities, "But we can have time here." She didn't know what waited for them on the other side of this, but while they were here - they could have this time.