A broad, vague, and utterly understandable statement, one that has Dia make a bit of a face as she frowns in thought, crossing her arms low, hands at her hands at her elbows, as her weight shifts, saber at her hip clicking quietly against her as she moves, "I imagine you're wanting to avoid technological, or solutions that require one of the Mystics here to assist you, as well, to further avoid contamination?"

It wasn't a problem Dia had herself, the Galaxy was huge to put it mildly. One person (particularly in her situation) having some Nexus technology and influence (in her case, it's a PINpoint and some resupplying--mostly food and the occasional fuel canister for her ship back home) doesn't really make much of a difference in the grand scheme of things as long as she's careful and keeps her head down.

Which was what she was doing anyway. The Nexus just makes it easier.

...Though to be honest, she's been debating on finding Dr. Takashima and talking to her about how many PINpoints it would take to bring her ship here. It'd certainly safe fuel and give her a stable place to sleep while she's here.

"It's one I can understand, I'll admit. This place can be terrifying to the uninitiated, and could do damage to..." Pause, frown, rephrase, "...frankly most worlds." She was initially going to say 'non-industrial', but then she thought about a public Nexus portal on somewhere advanced like say.

Dromund Kaas, Coruscant, or even Nar freakin' Shadaa.

That'd be messy. "It's something I've considered as well, admittedly, particularly if certain individuals from my reality made their way here." Such as a bonafide Sith Lord that actually stuck around, instead of the more watered down and extraordinarily gray (and exiled!) Sith that Dia has since become. "To say the end result would be messy would be putting it mildly."

A Sith Empire with Nexus resources and technology? That's fucking terrifying.