Given the people she now shares a ship with, patience is one thing Gamora cannot do without. They wouldn't last very long, otherwise. There's a second where she tenses, but there was nothing to be alarmed about, since he wasn't carrying anything dangerous inside his jacket. The man was just fidgety. She wondered if he was always this way.

"We belong to no faction. Recent events brought us together and... now we just go our own way." Where that way will go, she has no idea, but it's better than being alone. For her, traveling the galaxy was a common thing, so it was a bit amusing to see someone make such a fuss about it.

"What about you? Do you belong to some faction?"