[It is a question of nervousness or something else. Yet as Gamora watches him, she would go toward the former than the latter. Not she lets her guard down, but he isn't special in that regard. Years of training do not just fall away like a cloak being removed.

But he sputters, which seems to solidify her previous musing. She had been no less settled with her own arrival, but she tends to put her hackles up in strange situations. Perhaps bark a little, so to speak, but far less fumbling.]

What is the phrase... Join the club. From what has been told, anyone you meet here arrived at some point. I suppose you might be the third wave, if people are to be believed.