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[red_room]

Dozens of different species meeting and mingling. Hundreds of potentially dangerous individuals all converging in one place. Some most definitely a threat to any world and to the Nexus should the AV field ever waver. But nearly all a threat in some way.

And yet.

Quiet streets on a crisp morning in the plaza with no wind. Humans and non humans mingling to do their daily shopping and travel to and from their worlds. How is it in a place with so much chaos inherently present it's more peaceful here than Natasha's home world?

"How in the hell have we not destroyed this place and each other yet? My world's a mess and it doesn't have a third of the dangers this place does."

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[chiron_survivor]

"No, I... I've wondered about it." The thought has crossed her mind too often to count. How easy it would be for the Cylons to wreak havoc. Or her friend Adam's concern about the Illuminati. How any sort of evildoer could pass from their world into another, one with even fewer defenses than their own.

"They'd have to... start over, I guess. And they might end up stuck somewhere else. Portals have a way of disappearing." She looks away, as if in apology. She has a feeling Natasha isn't going to think much of her next suggestion. "Or maybe it's hard being bad all the time. You can get a break from it here."

[red_room]

"I'm used to things going wrong. When they don't I get paranoid."

It's kept her alive on more than a few occasions, but Natasha doesn't argue that it's not a hard life to live. Always being on edge is hard. Tiring. Exhausting, even. A nice glass of wine and a relaxing night of quiet are great once in a while, but after too long she just starts getting antsy.

[chiron_survivor]

She peers at Natasha shyly. "Is... um, is that related to what you do for a living? Do you fight crime?" She must, to be so concerned about the potential machinations of dangerous people.

[red_room]

"That's....a good way of putting it. I stop bad people from trying to hurt innocents. In my home, and anywhere else they show up when they're bad enough."

She's done a lot of things she's not proud of, but at least up until very recently she could always say she was doing them for the right reason. Now she's not so sure, anymore.

[chiron_survivor]

Adia tilts her head in thought. A superhero, then? Or maybe a vigilante. "The Nexus probably makes more work for you, then..." She shifts in her seat and sighs uncomfortably. "It's been made clear to me that this place isn't as safe as I once thought it was, but it's still safer than my world."

The coffee is better, too. She takes a sip from her cup and says, "My name's Adia, by the way." At least Natasha doesn't have to worry about her. She looks about as far from causing trouble as one can get.

[red_room]

"Natasha."

The smile she gives Adia is brief but friendly enough. She's not used to putting herself out there for people to see her. It's still something she adjusts to.

"People are here to look out for the nexus. We take care of it like its our own home. For some of us, it is."

[chiron_survivor]

"Nice to meet you, Natasha." She relaxes visibly at the brief smile. "I'm glad somebody is looking out for the people who live and work here."