[It's a glance toward his hand- nothing hostile or aggressive, but inquisitive. It's not presented like a handshake, which Gamora would have found to be a completely strange gesture. Nor it is presented for a high-five.
It's back up that her gaze shifts when he speaks. The look isn't convincing, and Gamora knows it well enough. That smile that isn't genuine, that is brought in those situations when he is attempting to bring one, but can't quite. She can't blame him for it. As unsettling as it is for her to realize that she's almost a decade dead, she understands that it's the reverse perspective for him. Days ago for him is years, and it makes is no less awkward.
Bananas. She had been holding them, perhaps a little too tightly, although she doesn't understand why they would be emotionally supporting her. Physically supporting her, in that she does still need to eat. Her mouth opens, to say they aren't heavy but she doesn't speak. Her eyes quest over him, truly taking in his features, before her hand rises, to set them in his grasp.]
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It's back up that her gaze shifts when he speaks. The look isn't convincing, and Gamora knows it well enough. That smile that isn't genuine, that is brought in those situations when he is attempting to bring one, but can't quite. She can't blame him for it. As unsettling as it is for her to realize that she's almost a decade dead, she understands that it's the reverse perspective for him. Days ago for him is years, and it makes is no less awkward.
Bananas. She had been holding them, perhaps a little too tightly, although she doesn't understand why they would be emotionally supporting her. Physically supporting her, in that she does still need to eat. Her mouth opens, to say they aren't heavy but she doesn't speak. Her eyes quest over him, truly taking in his features, before her hand rises, to set them in his grasp.]
They are regular bananas.
[Or as regular as bananas in this place can be.]