Gamora slides the great sword back into its sheath, where it rests comfortably on her back. She is slightly disappointed, she would have very much so liked to cut that gaser's hand off. Gaser, being what she calls the folk that mine the H7 gas that is ever so popular on this rotten planet they call home.
She looks at Martin, gives him the cheeky smile she has been practicing. Nova tells her that if she wants to get any where in life, she is going to have to work on her charm.
The only place she wants to get in life is off this world and out to explorer some where that does not revolve around H7 and the disgusting men that visit Mother's establishment.