Gamora didn't know much about Peter Quill except what Nebula had told her. He seemed to know her though, the way he looked at her, so open and important. It terrified her. No one had ever looked at her like that, she'd never have allowed it and yet. There he was. It was good to be there with her sister and while there was lots that she could tell her about, there were things neither of them knew.
That Quill did.
She'd found the bar, it wasn't hard, there wasn't anything else. While she'd been sitting there she'd had a few drinks or five, just to take the edge off. So when he appeared she didn't slip out the back to escape the way he looked at her like he knew her, instead nodded to him in welcome. There was another drink in front of the seat beside her, as good as a welcome as he was going to get.
"Sit," Gamora said as she nodded toward the chair, which she'd moved away a little, to give her more space.