It would be fair of her, of course, to be afraid of something that had given her nothing but anguish in the past by people who hadn't used or understood the idea of love properly in the first place. But so long as she wasn't going to comment on it just yet, neither was Quill.
It didn't matter anyway. Eventually she'd learn that he was -- well. Not harmless. Star-Lord wasn't harmless and hadn't been for a long time. But he was soft when it came to her, and when it came to family.
He'd been daydreaming a little bit about having some sort of house (weird), about coming to sit on the porch steps and looking over to see Gamora doing the same thing. It was a nice little thought. Maybe he could invite her over for a drink. Coffee? He'd never had it, but maybe he'd like it and he could share it.
Her words, though, pulled him out of his day dreams. "My what?" He asked, a little stupidly because he was shocked by it, and the way that Gamora sounded genuinely displeased about it but was maybe trying not to. "I don't -- oh. The girl on the thing? No? I don't even know her."