She wants to make things right. Gamora has spent her life a prisoner. If she's going to truly be free from Thanos, dead or not, she needs to take steps to ensure she won't land in another cell. The best way she can think to do it is to go plead her case on Xandar. If any law agency in the galaxy is likely to hear her out, maybe even believe her, it'd be the Nova Corps.

Maybe she should have asked about their fate before running off. She finds herself in ruins as it slowly occurs to her that it is very likely her crimes do not need to be explained or forgiven if the people they were against are too dead to listen. It's a sobering thought that distracts her or so she tells herself at least.

Peter is quiet enough when he wants to be. She doesn't know that yet. She's spotted him first so it hardly matters. Rather than run again, she audibly walks toward him. Her hands rest on her hips when he catches on and addresses her. She winces a little when he takes off helmet. She isn't sure a Terran can bear this environment. She isn't going to admit that either.

"What do you want?" Gamora puts on a good show of being irritated despite her curiosity. She isn't the woman he loved. What possible reason does he have for tracking her down? Speaking of.... Her eyes narrow. "Are you following me?"