Owner	Pose
Peter Quill	It's been a quiet evening so far aboard the Milano as it sits in hiding on Hala, the cover still holding and no unwanted attention from the Kree Empire. Of course, it's important to remain vigilant, just in case, and it's during one of Gamora's shifts on the bridge that Quill emerges into the cockpit. "Hey Gamora... how's it going..."
Gamora	"Peter." She greets softly. Gamora's been quiet. I mean. Gamora's *usually* quiet, at least compared to most of the crew. But she'd been coming out of her shell more; getting along, shouting back, speaking less formally or dramatically or... whatever the hell's up with her diction sometimes. That seems to have regressed a bit since their, uh, 'successful' mission to retrieve Nebula from Thanos. Which is all to say that she answers his question in a strictly practical "There haven't been any red flags since I've taken watch."
Peter Quill	"Good.. good.." Peter walks over and leans back against one of the consoles near where Gamora's seated herself, adopting a semi-relaxed posture as he looks towards her. "So... I've been meaning to ask ya something. Your ah uniform." He says with a little gesture of a hand towards her. "I was wondering if there's some sort of signifigance to it, like, Culturally or something.. or do you just like it?"
Gamora	Gamora sits with her legs crossed at the knee, her fingers steepled together in her lap as she swivels her seat to face towards Peter as he speaks. Her eyes flutter with confusion for a moment at the question, and she looks down at herself. She is, one could fairly say, scantly clad. The thigh-length boots she wears are probably the most modest part of her apparel. Gamora is not a seductive creature, by any means, so the question is a fair one. "My... uniform?" She echoes, as though she's trying to wrap her head around it. "... No cultural significance. That I know of." She says blandly, and looks back to Quill. "My species runs warm. Or so I'm told. And it allows a certain freedom of movement. It seemed like a fair solution when I was younger." She purses her lips thoughtfully for a moment, and tilts her head. "Does it bother you?"
Peter Quill	There are a few moments of Quill not quite staring after the question is asked but he smacks his lips after a moment, "Oh no no no not at all.. I mean you should be able to wear anything you want to you know, especially about the ship.." "But, your outfit inspires certain ah attention on some worlds you know? Since some places are far more prudish than us here on the Milano." He nods affirmatively at that. "But I was thinking maybe we can get you a couple things to add to it from time to time, to help you blend in better when you want to?"
Gamora	Gamora furrows her brow, looking concerned. "I... see." She says slowly, pondering the matter, a distracted look in her golden eyes. "I suppose... I *have* long been the subject of amorous attention. I thought that was normal for everyone but Nebula." "... Hmmm." She ponders for a moment, and then stands up sharply, sweeping an arm to the right and making her cape flap dramatically. She does that sometimes. "Very well! If the burden of modesty will reduce our liability, I will embrace it." An awkward moment passes. In a much more normal tone of voice, with much less dramatic body language, she asks, "So, uhm." She glances to the right, and then back again, "... what kinds of things?"
Peter Quill	"Oh no... that is probably kinda normal for everyone but Nebula, I mean you're still a super hot babe but yeah... it'd help some for sure." Quill says before flashing the briefest of smiles as she stands. "And only embrace it if you want to.. I'm not like trying to tell ya what to wear or what not to! But you know, since you're asking..." Quill gestures a little bit towards Gamora's lower half, "Maybe some, I dunno, pants or something, and we could get you a jacket like mine or something, I guess."
Gamora	The 'super hot babe' comment seems to surprise Gamora. There's two kinds of praise she's used to, and that's 'You're pretty hot' from strangers, and 'Good job killing that person' from her father. Hearing the former from someone she actually knows is oddly surprising. Her cheeks darken briefly, and she softly clears her throat. "*Pants*." Gamora repeats, and cups her chin between her thumb and forefinger. "I seeeeee..." Seemingly oblivious to any alterior motives for Peter's encouragement to keep her current fashion at least *some* of the time, Gamora turns around and paces a few steps, before turning back around to face Peter. "I'll investigate this. When I can. I do not..." for once in her life, Gamora actually seems a little embarrassed as she finishes, "... actually *own* any clothing that is not like this."
Peter Quill	"Yeah, and I bet you can find some that aren't too heavy or burden you down or anything. I'd say we could go shopping somewhere here but ah, I dunno if it'd be too risky going out and drawing attention to our passengers." Peter rubs his chin a little, "Maybe there's some laying around somewhere.. I doubt it but we seem to collect a lot of junk from time to time.." He lets his gaze drift back towards the Commons for a long moment before turning back to Gamora.
Gamora	"Agreed." Says Gamora, on the subject of Hala's safety. "Hm. Perhaps Earth will be a worthwhile stop after all." She muses, and sits back down again. "Good, then. Drax will take my shift in half an hour. After that..." Gamora's jaw sets with quiet determination, "... we will search for pants."
Peter Quill	"Yeah... the great hunt for pants!" Peter laughs as he relaxes back against the edge of the console again and flashes a little grin towards Gamora. "You want some company while you wait or something maybe?"
Gamora	Gamora blinks once as Peter finds humor in her declaration, but gives a small huff of a laugh herself, the corner of her lip tugging into a small smile. At Peter's offer, she pauses briefly "I..." She tilts her head and says "... Yes. That's fine."