[ Oh, but Gamora knows when to anticipate an attack, and just because this is Peter, doesn't mean her eyes aren't immediately following the twitch of his hand, that she doesn't instantly tense and ready herself to get out of the way – and potentially retaliate.

She'll absolutely disarm him if she has to.

Her own hand stays away from Godslayer, because she isn't going to draw on him; that wouldn't exactly help the situation, and whatever this is, whatever is wrong with him, she won't let it become a full-blown fight. ]

I am not lying, Peter Quill.

[ Firm, insistent, though she tries to keep the edge of emotion out of her tone; this is... hard. Harder than she would have ever expected it could be. The way he talks to her, the way he looks at her – like she's little more than a stranger to him. ]

The Walkman is gone. It was destroyed, but not by my hand. I need you to tell me what you remember last.

Do you know where you are? Do you know who I am?

[ She's trying to keep her own voice level, to not let this spark into something it doesn't have to be. The downside is that there's no easy way to explain this. There's nothing that can be done to make this tactful or tentative; it just has to be addressed and it has to be as clear as possible. ]