User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-5837525-20160330183554

(With the oxygen levels inside the Milano turned down, Decibelle's breathing is shallow but stable.)

Decibelle: So this is the... kind of environment we can expect... on the summit?

Orbit: Mm-hmm. You'll be alright, Freeheart. Short but slow breaths. You'll get accustomed to it.

Gamora: You truly are an innocent, aren't you...?

(Gamora finds a flat boulder to plant her rump on and set down her supplies. She deeply hoped her moment of helplessness earlier was a one-time deal.)

Gamora: ...I have emergency rations.