Gamora had just turned from a cage containing a very large Rottweiler and paused as she saw her (least) favourite customer. The dog was still trying to lick her fingers curled around the mesh of his cage and Gamora turned back briefly to give him a smile before taking a step towards Castle.

And then another and another as she debated whether or not she actually wanted to say something. The dog she was now standing in front of started to yap and she glared at it before pushing out a breath.

"Are you armed this time?" She couldn't see a gun, but that didn't mean there wasn't one. And this time she at least wanted to know before it was pulled on her.