Warily, Gamora activated the security camera above her door, giving her a veiw of the visitor. She was surprised to see a familiar face: a strikingly beautiful woman with a smoothly-shaved head, delicately arched eyebrows and heavy bangles hanging from her ears. A green cloak with a high collar hung from her shoulders.

"Moondragon?" Gamora whispered in surprise. As if hearing her name, the hairless beauty glanced up at the camera and smiled. Caught, Gamora opened her door.

"Hello, Gamora," Moondragon nodded. "I recieved a transmission from Peter Quill asking me to see how you were doing..." She trailed off as she took in Gamora's disheveled, nearly-naked appearance. "I hope I haven't come at a bad-- wait, Gamora, you have children?"

Gamora had tried to block the view of her offspring from her former teammate's sight, but that didn't really help against a telepath. She hustled Moondragon in and shut the door. Heather regarded Gamora's children with curiosity. They slept peacefully on the couch, curled up with each other like a pair of kittens.

"How did this happen? Is this why you had to stay behind? Star-Lord didn't mention anything about it..."

Gamora shrugged. "It just sort of... happened. I was out one night after the others left and met a man. One thing led to another, and now I've got twins."

Heather turned to face Gamora. "But the Guardians were only gone for a few days at most. Is this because of your Zen-Whoberi heritage or something?"

"I don't know," Gamora sighed.

Moondragon's expression softened. "I apologize, Gamora," she said. "I came here to keep you company, not interrogate you. I've been away too long, meditating with the Priests of Pama, and I felt I needed to reconnect with friends. Why don't we order some food and catch up?"

"That sounds wonderful," Gamora agreed.