Gamora leaned against the check-in counter, since he still had questions. She supposed meeting someone from another place in the galaxy was not something that happened often. Especially for someone from Earth.

"What's it like? I'm not sure how to answer that question. I'm not really from anywhere anymore." No home. No family. At least, not in the conventional sense. Nowhere to belong except on the Milano now.

"I don't know a lot about Earth customs, so I'm not sure what you might do that is offensive, but I doubt you could be more offensive than Quill. Do not worry about that." Staring is a minor offense.