[ Steve hears her coming but doesn't turn to look right away. Or rather, he knows that someone is coming, and that they mean him no harm, but he doesn't feel the need to check and see who it is until they begin speaking.

Gods don't have much of a sense of urgency, because why would they?

Nebula isn't who he would have expected to find here. He's always picked up on the fact that she isn't all that fond of Mechapolis, and she's hardly the only one. But there's something about her avoidance of it that he's never thought to question, either.

It makes him wonder if she came here specifically for him, and he's not sure he feels great about her putting herself through that sort of discomfort for his sake. Still, the damage is already done, so he turns away from watching the waves crash against the rocks and the fishing automatons to face her. ]

I don't know. There's a lot more they can do now than they used to be able to. The fishing is relatively new.

[ Still, he knows what she means. It's hard to tell with lips that are made of stone, which usually only move when he speaks, but there might be the smallest hint of a smile on his face.

It's good to see her. ]

But you're right, they don't make for the best conversationalists. [ Some might consider that a plus. ]