Gamora shuts her eyes, going to rest her back to the wall as she tries to get it together. It only makes it worse. Flashes of images dance behind her eyes. She opens her eyes, feeling twin tears stream down her cheek. She feels hysterical. Predictably to Peter at the very least, Gamora lashes out.

"Go away!" She hates the sound of her voice. Gamora sounds like an angry child crying in her room. A stray thought dangerously asks, Isn't that what she is being? Beneath her all that anger is a very real fear that something she can't explain is happening to her. That has never boded well. Peter could help her. She's positive he'd do anything if she asked him too as uncomfortable as that truth makes her. Gamora lapses into silence as she mulls on that or more accurately gets past her own ego.