Gamora was not feeling too good about all of this and the whole thing made her nervous. What made her more nervous were the sounds of footsteps running quickly down the stairs. She took a couple steps back and waited with her suitcase in hand because it may be a suitcase, but it would hurt plenty if she swung it at someone's head.

Improvising was something she could do in a bizarre situation like this one.

However, the man who ran downstairs was not coming at her, but going for the front desk, instead. From the look of him, he was as baffled by all of this as she was, though she kept as calm an expression on as she could manage.

And then, he was staring. For... longer than one might consider polite. "Are you going to keep looking at me like that?"