Gamora was a weapon, she certainly didn't startle easily. It was just when you'd been drinking and ended up in a strange place that made no sense that you couldn't escape you watched your back. "No," she said as she slid the knife back into its sheath.
Then he started talking and Gamora tilted her head, confused and trying to keep up. This Terran was even harder to understand than her own. Not that Quill was hers, he just was the first, the one she knew. Well she'd come to know. She was getting a headache. Not an Avenger and not a Guardian then, just someone else.
A Klaus.
"I am Gamora," she said after a moment. "I do not usually startle so easy, many drinks were had, this place is very strange to me," Gamora explained. "Quiet."