"You can only move forward." Nostalgia has never been something Gamora has allowed of herself. When Thanos had killed her parents in front of her and tortured her to make her 'his' assassin, well... he had destroyed any nostalgia Gamora might have had. But he had not destroyed her, a fact for which she holds much pride. She's only just recently started looking backward a bit. She knows where she doesn't want to be. Now she just has to figure out exactly where she does want to be.

When he steps closer again, her chin lifts and she steps forward too, an effort to try to get him to back off. This puts her in the light; her odd hair, her green skin, the ridges in her skin at her cheeks and brow, her golden eyes. She's trying to look like a threat, survival of the fittest.

For a moment, she does look like a very scary thing. But as he continues and talks about this... sweet potato pie, her hard lines melt a bit with her confusion.

Is he asking for her assistance in dispatching the AI's? Because she thinks she would like that. If they're being troublesome, then she has every right to destroy them. She is a Guardian now, even without her friends to back her up. "Gamora." She answers, watching his face for any sign of recognition. Throughout her parts of the galaxy she's known as the most dangerous woman in the galaxy.

Her head cants to the side. "You will not take me in, Del Spooner?" She has to know if this is a trap. She did destroy some of those things, but only in self defense.