Freddy spins around to face her, as she begins talking, and notices her step back. He gives a grin, twirling the blade expertly.

"It's a wood-carving knife," he explains, with wry humor, slipping the blade into the tool belt around his waist. "I was etching a pattern into a table leg. The Nexus, huh? So, what sort of people? Special people? Ordinary people? For funsies?"