She wasn't sure that she liked the houses here, for one they were houses and she'd never lived in one. All her life she'd been on ships, where things were small and you were always on the move. That's where she felt comfortable. So this? Stuck on the ground? She felt like a target.
Nebula had told her that Stark and Peter had spent time together and Gamora knew any warrior would be glad to know a member of their team had survived. Thanos had always been cold, he'd sacrificed his children without any kindness, but she'd never been able to be so detached even if she appeared to be.
"I might have more tomorrow," Gamora said with a little shrug. "But you should get some rest, I should check on my sister." She nearly just walked away, because what else was there to do or say? The way he looked at her, something about him had her linger and she placed her hand on his forearm and gave a squeeze. After a beat she withdrew and headed next door.