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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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"Observation and wonder, more like."

The spy crosses one leg over the other and offers a shrug of her shoulders. It's made the decision to spend most of her time in the Nexus a relatively simple one. Her world's turned into some bizarro nightmare. Here makes more sense, as insane as that sounds.

"Isn't there something that stops people from shanking one another with impudence? Maybe it extends to property damage too. Kinda hard to rip a place up if you can't land a hit, right?" Shark uses his tongue to flip the toothpick in his mouth, the end of it tapping against his teeth. It's an obnoxious display.

"If I could reverse engineer it to use in my world, it would make things a hell of a lot simpler."

She's hardly the first person to have that wish and she won't be the last. But talking to the lawyer with the punchable green face is about par for her day as far as weirdness goes. And she still likes him better than the folks in charge back home.

"Do you have to deal with drama from your world here?"

It's SO punchable, isn't it. Look at that douchey little goatee.

"Nope, and that's how I like it. I don't need what I do here getting back to the company is all. Not that what I'm doing here isn't on the level or anything. I just would rather avoid the paperwork of unclaimed income, y'know?"

There are some do-gooders of the Nexus that would be personally affronted at the idea of using the Nexus to take advantage of their world's systems. Natasha though?

She's got bigger fist to fry than worrying over a different world dwelling guy gaming the system for tax evasion. Good for him, let him buy his own country if he wants. The bigger point of what he's saying doesn't go amiss.

"Yeah, I think a lot of people use this place to get away from restrictions they otherwise have on them in their original worlds."

There's a brief moment where Shark's expression flattens. Not so much that it falls or falters, but there's a second or three where his smile looks pasted on. Hollow.

But then he shakes it off, whatever that momentary lapse was or meant, as he goes on to agree with Natasha. "Restrictions is one word for it. What about you, dollface? What are you dodging back home?"

"Multiple warrants for my arrest, more than likely. A bad tanning advert for a president. Globalized xenophobia. It's basically just a shitshow back there right now."

The spy gives a shrug and leans back in her seat while she takes a moment to look past Shark to the people going about their business in the Plaza. She imagines how much worse other worlds might have it, but it's not the sort of line of thinking that makes her feel better about her own.

"Been laying low since last June when some serious shit went down."

"Long time to hide out. Staging your death?" He's pulled out what looks like some kind of cobalt blue tablet and is tapping at it now, looking a little bored as he does so. If she glances at his screen, it looks like Shark's playing some kind of Candy Crush lookalike. Tap tap tap. He rolls his toothpick between his teeth as he does so.

"Looking for work by any chance?"

"I'm keeping in touch with the people I trust. But there was a move against people with...my kind of resume at that time. A lot of us went to ground after the fallout from it."

And with it went everything they worked for. Stood for. Even if it hadn't, would she really want to be weaponized against people the new administration had personal vendettas against? No. A thousand times, no.

The offer though, makes her crack a smile. A genuine one, at that.

"No thanks. Trying to keep red and dirt out of my ledger, these days. The redemption game isn't as lucrative, but hey. You do you."

"Mind if I see that resumé sometime? I'm always looking for all sorts of talent. Especially when it comes to work here in the Nexus. I'm sure Neirin and you would get along fine too. Heck, you can do deliveries, right? Just gotta carry some boxes from one place to another. Done and done. Don't even gotta ask what's in them."

It's drugs. They would be full of drugs.

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