User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-5837525-20160124210856

Gamora: *panting*

Star-Lord: You okay?

Gamora: For a moment there... I felt his chilling grip. Like my heart was becoming entombed in ice. That's not an experience I would care to relive. ...We should withdraw. Our mission is done.

(Engaging her jet boots, Gamora returns above deck, waiting for Star-Lord to follow. Star-Lord looks back to the projector he found, still curious as to its function.)

Star-Lord: ...

Gamora: Quill, let's go!

Star-Lord: Y-Yeah, right.

Decibelle: Don't move. You might have a punctured lung.

(After lying Snowy Sky down on her back, Decibelle digs into the emergency medical pouch in her uniform and takes out a scalpel and tube.)

Decibelle: I need to make a small incision in your chest. Can you bear the pain for a little bit?