They were both thinking about the same thing, Gamora's mind wandered to her stock of weapons and how she'd quite like to expand on that. If she was here for a long time she'd need more than just playing house here, actually she'd been thinking about The Guardians and how much she wanted to be part of that. Maybe they could go through the doors and to new places and help people there, make herself more useful. "What a good idea."
She was right, Quill would come and Gamora was actually a little surprised that he hadn't already. Maybe he wasn't well, she'd call across the porch to him later. "Does he always?" Gamora asked because Nebula knew better than she did.
As much as she didn't feel well at all it was nice to sit there with her sister, to feel her against her side and Gamora closed her eyes again. Contact was something Thanos had discouraged, unless it was during a fight and she knew now it was to ensure any bond between them was severed. "I can make some tea, I like the green one," Gamora said after a moment.