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Sara had already found The Waverider and been inside it. It felt all wrong. Not the ship itself (the ship was fine, tip-top shape still, same as when she'd last been standing on the bridge before walking into this strange bar-place) but dead silent. Empty. Gideon gone quiet. There was no sound of her crew walking around down the distant hallways, talking, laughing, constantly snipping, and one-upping each other.

It felt like death, and even if she could never escape it --

(I am Death.)

-- she didn't have to like it.

She was on her way out when she spotted the woman walking down the row with the same posture and quick glances of someone searching and not finding their quarry yet, the Sara herself had only a few hours ago. "Looking for anything in particular?"

[ ooc: I have to be off for a few hours shortly, but I couldn't resist.]

Gamora brings herself to a stop, and stands to regard the woman. Alert, but calm, she's far enough out of the familiarity of the bar that there's a hint of the wrrior about her posture.

But she smiles in any case, polite and pleasant: friendliness being something she's only still learning to communicate, or even to feel.

"I've been told there is every vehicle in the universe down here. I don't expect to see anything I recognise."

Sara's own posture remains loosely relaxed, though there's a little bit of appraising of the very green lady she's found herself alone with the garage with. Well built, and some kind of fighter is the easy assumption, as Sara can pick out in her posture, the way she's moving. More soldier than civilian there.

There isn't any fear or concern that reflects in Sara's face, nor the vaguest hint of the skills that always harbor their whispers right beneath the thinnest layer of onion skin. All Good Time Girl and Captain, but no Assassin yet.

Only a flick of intrigued curiosity, as Sara looks at the pieces parked in the spaces around them. Cars, and boats, and spaceships, and any numbers of things she couldn't make heads or tails of what were exactly. "Everything everywhere everywhen is a pretty big ballpark. You've never had one of any kind?"

Gamora offers a small smile, in near apology for the misunderstanding.

"It's a very big multiverse," she explains. "I'm only experienced in a small area of it."

Well, she recognises that Kree transport vehicle over there, but only in the abstract. Also, 'the multiverse' seems to feature Terran vehicles a surprising amount.

"Same." Because it is mostly true. Especially if she adds. "I've seen a large number of the things that come from my planet--" Across centuries and centuries of time. "--but only a handful of things that aren't from our world."

Ships or aliens. Beings, whatever it was they called themselves. Charlie would appreciate that's a second though even, probably. That vague creeping idea that terminology is rarely chosen by the people it's naing.

"A lot the things in here I can't even begin to guess how you get into them."

Gamora smiles again. "There are more different kinds of 'door' than you'd think possible," she agrees.

"What about you? Were you looking for something? Did you find it?"

Of that, she has no doubt. Her curiosity hasn't quite gotten the better of her yet.

"Yeah. Found my ship. Took--" Sara bobbles her head back and forth, like there's no real knowing of it up there in her pretty little head, under all that wavy blonde hair. "--a good while. Don't know how long I've been down here really. They should install some clocks. Or maybe like some kind a inventory system."

Beat. "I've been wondering if my old bike is somewhere down here, too."