*He's wise not to complain--his guide has only a limited patience for such things, and no compunctions about abandoning an ungrateful traveler to the vagaries of the Nexus. A casual eye finds only a single weapon on her, a small device in a holster at the small of her back, hidden from the front and arranged for a right-hand draw. At his title, she quirks a momentary brow, but answers the name with a slight nod--it's as close to a bow as he's going to get.*
Welcome to the Nexus, Jalan. There've been worse arrivals.
*Up ahead, a cafe with tables that spill out onto the sidewalk is marked by a sign: a harp, with stars caught in its strings like dewdrops on a spider's web. Horned waitstaff move among the tables, their cloven hooves tick-tick-ticking on the patio. The woman in blue flows into a seat at one of those outdoor tables, with a topiary at her back, and nods for him to do the same. On the table sit neatly-folded menus, translated by the convenient nature of the Nexus.*
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Welcome to the Nexus, Jalan. There've been worse arrivals.
*Up ahead, a cafe with tables that spill out onto the sidewalk is marked by a sign: a harp, with stars caught in its strings like dewdrops on a spider's web. Horned waitstaff move among the tables, their cloven hooves tick-tick-ticking on the patio. The woman in blue flows into a seat at one of those outdoor tables, with a topiary at her back, and nods for him to do the same. On the table sit neatly-folded menus, translated by the convenient nature of the Nexus.*