There's some weirder stuff the farther in they go, but it's the people who vary more wildly than the architecture: they don't have to be practical. Humanoids still seem to dominate, but the Nexus is home (or home from home) to everything from mechs like Blaze to centaurs and demons to the insectoid aliens scarfing the entire inventory of a hot dog stand over there. At least it looks like they're paying.

"Aw, you wouldn't swagger, would you?" she teases... though she also notches up another point of evidence about the Earth he's just come from. "I've seen bounties posted around. People like putting them up around drinking holes for some reason. I don't know so much about the accommodation here, but maybe one of our friends could help you out."

"That sounds like an uncomfortable place to keep your face," Ghost decides. "Not that I can really compare knee structures."

Blaze can neither blush nor smile at the compliment to her people, but she appreciates it. For all that it feeds her desire to earn that place among them for herself. She's young yet. "With our numbers, every Guardian has to count. Besides, there's all the more glory in it." Speaking of glory, though... "Hammer and sniper rifle, huh? Wish I could've seen that! And what about this time travel? Where we're from only our enemies have that kind of tech."