[The sunlight room has become one of Gamora's favourite places on the ship. Having spent many years aboard various vessels, she has found various planets to be fascinating, even if none of them had been home. Then again, there hadn't been a place that she had called home, but people who had become that feeling.
The cold doesn't seem to overly bother her, dressed as she usually is on her tank tops and jacket, leather pants and boots. It is fascinating, and Gamora does view it all with a curious expression. She knows of many Terran events and especially their music (or perhaps a limited genre of it), enjoying what Peter played on the Benatar.
Watching her breath before her, Gamora finds a familiar woman off to the side rolling up snow. She regards for a moment, before turning towards her. Gamora cannot say that riddles will ever be something that she will be fond of, but it had been an interesting experience.]
What is it?
[Not hostile, but genuinely wondering what it is that Yelena is attempting to do with the large balls of snow.]
Snow Days
The cold doesn't seem to overly bother her, dressed as she usually is on her tank tops and jacket, leather pants and boots. It is fascinating, and Gamora does view it all with a curious expression. She knows of many Terran events and especially their music (or perhaps a limited genre of it), enjoying what Peter played on the Benatar.
Watching her breath before her, Gamora finds a familiar woman off to the side rolling up snow. She regards for a moment, before turning towards her. Gamora cannot say that riddles will ever be something that she will be fond of, but it had been an interesting experience.]
What is it?
[Not hostile, but genuinely wondering what it is that Yelena is attempting to do with the large balls of snow.]