[ Peter makes it out of the room before Gamora does, but she's close behind, curls tangled and frizzy around her slightly-flushed cheeks, Godslayer in her hand. There's a bleariness clinging to her eyes that she can usually shake on demand, but she's not nearly as alert on command. She does, however, quickly see that it's just Groot with Peter's communicator and... Peter's music players.
She sighs, lowering her sword, and then pushes her hair back out of her face. ]
Groot, what are you doing out of bed?
[ The little sapling looks sheepish, and he offers a squeaky, "I am Groot" that sounds a close to "I'm sorry."
She clears her throat to banish a faint croak to her words, then continues, ]
action;
She sighs, lowering her sword, and then pushes her hair back out of her face. ]
Groot, what are you doing out of bed?
[ The little sapling looks sheepish, and he offers a squeaky, "I am Groot" that sounds a close to "I'm sorry."
She clears her throat to banish a faint croak to her words, then continues, ]
You probably woke everyone on our floor.