Gamora had been hiding out since their last mission had been a bust, she was angry with herself and felt that she'd failed- again. So she'd kept no company and resided silently in her allocated room. She only emerged when she was needed and today she was needed.
She wasn't in her usual western clothes that she felt more comfortable running around in, no. She simply her her cloak tied to hide her scantily clad body, she had no idea what she was hiding from but if felt appropriate. She silently entered the room and took her chair, her blade glinting in the light of the ship.