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It was a bad idea, to leave Nisha free to roam without a goal in mind. Honestly. The gunslinger was bound to get into trouble. It was in her blood, her father had said. Bastard had been right.
She's lounging in the station's food court-- dirty boots resting on a claptrap unit and cigarette hanging off her lip. Her hat was sideways on her head, letting her get just enough of a view of the room to watch for the hulking frame of Wilhelm. Who clearly hadn't gotten her message asking to meet up and train. Idiot was probably still recharging after his last mission. Downside of your best acquaintance being mostly robotic, she guessed. Jack was out of the question today as well. Something about 'a business meeting, babe, you knooow how long those can be' and she really can't help but entertain ideas of storming in and dragging him out. He'd probably kick and scream. Heh.
A frown is playing on her lips, and she leans forward to tap the ashes of her smoke out against her obnoxious yellow foot stool. "Ugh. Guess I'll just have to go harass Research and Development-- they usually have a mistake or two they need killed." She's talking to herself, which, really is the first sign of insanity. Isn't it? At least she doesn't answer herself as she kicks the C14PTR4P aside, ignoring the sputtering complaints from the small robot as she plucked her jacket--
--and walked straight into a small twig. No, that was a teen. Nisha blinked, glancing down at the youth that's bounced back off her. She didn't know kids were allowed on Helios. Huh. A sarcastic remark is burning on her tongue, but it hesitates at notice of security heading in her--no, their direction.
"What's the hurry, kid?" Nisha asked, offering a hand to help the girl back to their feet.
