Gamora gives him a flat stare. Really? Green jokes? She's already noticed she's surrounded by Terrans, but she had hoped they weren't all as idiotic as Quill. With a roll of her eyes and a sigh, Gamora walks toward Sam with brisk steps, wet boots stomping the floor.

Gamora is a bit.. aggressive perhaps. It might make him uneasy the closer she gets. Once at the entrance to his room, she reaches to take his key card, and if she can claim it, she sticks it in the door, pulls it out, then pushes the handle down and lets it swing open. Of course, if he's still leaning on the door, he might just faceplant into his room. Oops...?

Either way, she smiles thinly. "You're welcome."