This world wasn't home and it never would be. Gamora felt stifled by it, she longed for the expanse of the universe, to look out into the sky. The houses weren't like a ship and she missed it, she missed the hum of the engine here in this quiet town. But she didn't talk about that, not when people were missing far more than life on a ship. Lots of the people she cared about were missing her, the her she'd grow to be, someone who'd died.
"With something sharp," Gamora agreed a little more quietly. They needed to insure this would never happen again, she hated sick and once was enough.
Rest, drink and perhaps medicine. Gamora wasn't so sure about the air part. "I'm resting," she said as she melted a little more into Nebula's shoulder. "Maybe if we just stay here someone will bring us drinks," Gamora said hopefully.