"Well, I think I can handle crazy." Bryn's looking around eagerly as they walk - studying a window display of magical paraphernalia, peering down the windy alleyways they encounter as they head further into the Nexus. She's careful not to stray far from Steve, though. In spite of the mixture of technologies here, the glimpses of things fantastical and alien and possibly far in advance of her own world... it still has kind of a quaint feel to it. Maybe it's the sprawling, irregular layout of the place as much as anything. She's used to neatly-planned complexes among looming towers.

"It's like something out of a movie," she comments cheerfully. "Or old photographs, maybe. I hope I'm allowed to come back. I mean, I hope we can get back easily. People back home would love all of this. It'd probably all be classified for decades, but still..."

It's a whole different environment, different atmosphere, extremely different people... but it's also true that Bryn's just not used to being on the alert for trouble in any serious way.

So when a trio of humanoids move off the main street and down an alleyway, and the smaller fellow in front looks rather tense about it... she's content to give them the benefit of the doubt. They've obviously got something private to attend to and she couldn't begin to guess what. She doesn't pick up on the threatening body language of the taller pale alien, or the greenish tusked fellow acting as his muscle.