A scruffy-looking man in sweat pants, dogeared sneakers, a hoodie with the sleeves torn off, and a little bit of bandage tape happens to be strolling by at just the right moment to hear the question, because the Nexus is like that. In one hand, he holds the leash of a one-eyed dog, and from the other dangles a six-pack of cans.

Those arms have a fair bit of tone to them--and a fair set of scars. This is somebody who has been in plenty of fights in his day. His shoulders roll as he shrugs and suggests, "ask nice?"