She's wary of him. It's not fair in the slightest. This is a man who has taken in her sister evidently more than once. As far as she can tell, no one on his ship is being mistreated. She's still skittish from many years of imprisonment. Her hand goes to one of her daggers as she waits to see if he'll get any closer. She's still waiting for a threat that isn't coming.

It's his eyes that disarm her. Without realizing it, Gamora's hand drops to her side. She's only known love as a weapon to be wielded against her for so long. When he looks at her like that she doesn't think he means to hurt or manipulate her. He reminds her of an open wound. She can't find it in her heart to be cruel to him even if it'd make things simpler. "You know that I don't." Gamora reminds him. She's resigned to knowing she lived a life once that her fath- captor stole from her. This man is a part of that lost life. It makes her want to meet him halfway if only for now.

"You can tell me about somewhere else. What I'm looking for isn't here."