"Kinda grim, isn't it? Looking forward to new weapons development?" He chuckles humorlessly. "Then again, it does make the job a lot easier. Less collateral damage, in theory."

His hands no longer occupied, he returns an arm to the back of the couch. He adjusts his shades and looks at the milling Nexus travelers. "So with your bounty hunting ... have you broadened your client pool to these alternate universes? No doubt you could clean up in a less advanced world, kick up your feet and retire early. Take up the equivalent of golf in future-space?"