[ -- a grunt in the back of her throat. angry, if not outraged. rocket had been right to predict her indignation. it's a blessing for those vendors that she's nowhere near them.
the device picks up a clang. metal on wood, maybe. like a knife-hilt slammed against a table. the other guardians might often prove themselves a touch more short-fused than gamora, but that doesn't mean her fuse isn't still (by most measurements) damn narrow. ]
Have they taken any of yours?
[ the barest lilt of concern. would he even know if they had? ]
no subject
the device picks up a clang. metal on wood, maybe. like a knife-hilt slammed against a table. the other guardians might often prove themselves a touch more short-fused than gamora, but that doesn't mean her fuse isn't still (by most measurements) damn narrow. ]
Have they taken any of yours?
[ the barest lilt of concern. would he even know if they had? ]