"I see..." He gives a slow nod, and if he notices the assessing glances that dart his way he makes no show of it. Horvath tends to assume the fact that his leg is a prosthetic is obvious, even if it's nowhere near as exposed as her arm is. He's slightly curious about that arm, in fact, which appears to be more about function than form, and with the harsher world that she describes he's wondering if she made it herself. Possibly he should try turning his hand to that, since he's putting off seeing a doctor about a replacement anyways.

"Limited resources will certainly make for reason to fight, at least for many people. But there are always those who need little excuse to attack others, too. The Nexus provides a haven, however temporary that may be for you." There's something in the way he speaks about fighting that may strike her as the tone of an old soldier, despite the calm and easy way about him now.

"Just as you're welcome to make use of the resources here, if you find yourself threatened in your own world for that... mm. Well, a retreat is often not an appealing option, I know, but sometimes a strategic one." He sighs, just a little wistfully.