[ Gamora closes the fridge, leaning back against it as she opens her water.
She appreciates the fact that he doesn't pry (considering she doesn't even know his name, and Gamora is far from the sharing type), though she doesn't say a thing about it. The fate of her people is no secret back home, but... this isn't her home. People don't know her here – or hopefully fewer do – because she's yet to be pinned as the infamous assassin and daughter of a madman, and she'd like to keep it that way.
She doesn't deny her past, doesn't try to smother it, but she doesn't see why she needs to spread it around, either. ]
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She appreciates the fact that he doesn't pry (considering she doesn't even know his name, and Gamora is far from the sharing type), though she doesn't say a thing about it. The fate of her people is no secret back home, but... this isn't her home. People don't know her here – or hopefully fewer do – because she's yet to be pinned as the infamous assassin and daughter of a madman, and she'd like to keep it that way.
She doesn't deny her past, doesn't try to smother it, but she doesn't see why she needs to spread it around, either. ]
And the Reapers are...?
[ Not something she's familiar with, obviously. ]