[In truth, Gamora still frightens Mantis a little; first impressions go a long way, sometimes. However, the relief she feels upon knowing she's not alone here drowns that sliver of fear very, very quickly.
She crosses her arms, fingers clasping at her elbows.] I am not hurt. Are you well? How are we here?
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She crosses her arms, fingers clasping at her elbows.] I am not hurt. Are you well? How are we here?