[ He follows after her as best as he can – and luckily, the green of her skin, the shock of magenta in her hair, makes her stand out in the crowd. He was better at weaving through throngs of people when he was smaller, younger, and if he were ten years old right now, he would be divesting more than a few people of their wallets.
But he keeps his hands to himself, because he's supposed to be a good guy, now, and he makes his way after Gamora with only a few murmured, "My bads" and other sundry apologies.
He looks puzzled again when he realizes where they're headed, but he meets her on the platform, glancing around. When she directs her question to him, he blinks at her. ]
Uh. [ He frowns, studying her. ] Where do you plan on going?
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But he keeps his hands to himself, because he's supposed to be a good guy, now, and he makes his way after Gamora with only a few murmured, "My bads" and other sundry apologies.
He looks puzzled again when he realizes where they're headed, but he meets her on the platform, glancing around. When she directs her question to him, he blinks at her. ]
Uh. [ He frowns, studying her. ] Where do you plan on going?