Gamora | Crichton
Gamora was used to being looked at. Here it was because they were shocked to see someone green, in space she'd been both feared and admired. She'd seen him looking at her a few times before he made his way over to her and while she didn't lay her hand on a weapon, because this was a party and Peter had told her you didn't stab at parties she considered it.
His rude question wasn't that rude, not really, it wasn't like he was asking her anything out of line and she shrugged. "I am from Zen-Whoberi, but I'm the last of my people," she explained, pausing to take a drink from her beer.
"You're from earth, what were you doing that far out? Are you also some kind of Starlord?" Gamora asked him curiously.