Gamora was still feeling unwell. It wasn't as awful as it had been, she had slept the first few days for hours and hours. But what lingered was effecting her strength and weakness was entirely foreign to her. But she was making do, after all she could still fight if she needed to, she still had the skills even if she didn't have the added enhancements she'd become used to. At least heavily armed she didn't feel vulnerable walking around the small town.
Nebula had suggested that she needed Fresh Air and that outside all the air was fresh, so that's what she was doing. Perhaps she'd go to COFFEE and have some and tell Clint she was feeling better if he needed a break. That's what she'd decided when she heard the muttering behind her.
New people had a certain look about them- mainly confused and sometimes partnered with a little fear. There were far better welcoming types than her, but she was there and walking away and leaving him alone was probably worse than a greeting. "Hello," Gamora called from across the square.