Gamora rarely went out with the intention to drink, but occasionally she did. Mostly on the nights when she was missing the other Guardians more than she cared to admit. The nights when nothing seemed to distract her from thoughts of her sister, and what Thanos had done to them. Thoughts that made it hard not to focus on whether or not the city was truly granting her wish and that Nebula wasn't so bent on killing Thanos that she would lose herself completely. Again.

Once upon a time she had also found silence comforting, but thanks to Peter and his relentless love of music, she was struggling to break the mood without some songs. Or at least to truly wallow in her feelings without a soundtrack that matched.

She blinked at the voice, being brought back from wondering exactly which song might fit her current state, she found herself smiling despite herself. There was something in the other woman's expression that was contagious.

"I'm not sure bored is quite the right description, but it is lacking a little... ambience."