He nodded in acknowledgement at her initial response and listened as she elaborated further. Trip wasn't sure what was more barbaric; leaving prisoners to fend for themselves or some of the camps he'd learned about where torture was scheduled daily. The survival rate seemed neck and neck either way.

Gamora did make a valid point. He hadn't noticed any hostility yet. She had been accommodating of him and his inexperience. "You're right. It's something." His eyes took another scan of the room then returned to her. "I'm in room 104," he offered. Trip determined at that moment to make her an ally. It wasn't as if she couldn't have gotten the information on her own but he felt compelled to share it with her as an offer of friendship.

"I think I'm gonna head up and see if there any answers there. I'd like to see you again and talk a little more, if you're up for it. I'll do my best to keep the questions down to a few at a time. Or if you'd like to hear any of my Earth stories, you know where to find me now." Trip kept a soft grin as he spoke. He didn't want to overstay his welcome and Gamora appeared to be analyzing the place like he did. Sharing what they discovered later should prove fruitful.