As confident as Valkyrie is, she's hardly going to assume a sure thing just yet, even if the other woman's attention is encouraging. Besides, she didn't really have an end game in mind beyond seeing if she could rescue her fellow attractive and solo female from this this dead-ass funeral of a bar.

"I bet you there's a better place on this street, better music, better everything. There has to be," she says playfully, persuasively, even as she reaches out to retrieve Gamora's abandoned drink, and downs it.

Her grin isn't the slightest bit apologetic as she sets the empty glass back on the bar next to her own. "Let me buy you another drink somewhere."