Nike finds she has too little knowledge of the nature of Earth creatures to argue further, even if what originally troubled her about this remains unaddressed. She is too unaccustomed to feeling strongly about anything to have the words for what worries her in the pit of her stomach. She watches Harley flutter her coat in quiet contemplation.

"They are all fairly straightforward." The innuendo sails unnoticed over her head to lodge itself somewhere into the not-sun of the Nexus. "And how do you demonstrate your qualities? Are you the peacock of this story?"