Nike flutters down until her boots--she wears shoes now and that is still odd to her whenever she remembers it--touch the grass so she can comply with Blaze's instructions swiftly and efficiently. She's actually much shorter than the Exo is when she's not fluttering about.

Once she's got a box hauled over next to where Blaze is working Nike carefully extends her wings out just enough so they won't be pressed uncomfortably against the ground while she takes a seat and leans over to study what Blaze is doing.

"Does this put me in touch with Ghost then? Or with your headset?" Not that it matters much. Ghost is always a part of everything her Mistress does after all. She's just trying to understand.