Gamora listens to it all with a neutral expression, and then nods.

She has all the time in the world, and isn't in a hurry to go back to more pain. She suspects her body can handle toxins better than Wen Xing's, but hydration isn't a bad idea.

"I could do with a rest anyway," she says.

She flexes her shoulder, feeling its newly returned range of movement, and stands, testing all her injuries.

"Thank you."