[ It's not the first time she's been in this particular Horizon, but the details of how or when are hazy. Earlier days, perhaps, of a life long lived and shortly passed. The imprint enough of its importance to know who's it is before she has to ask; Ears searching for the sound of music to see if she can place it in the long repertoire of music that Quill and Rocket subject them all to. It's unfamiliar.]
[ Leaves a little less in the room of small talk. Fine with her, she hates smalltalk to begin with, and given her trip into this Horizon was as much accidental as it is incidental she decides... It's foolish to back out when she'd already proverbially opened the door. ]
[ Feels the cling of the dismal air and thinks little more of it; It's not as if plenty of others haven't been in dour states with all of this. And where was she? In typical Nebula fashion, she hasn't thought about it. Only approaches the bar with a short nod and her right, metal arm leaning against the bar. ]
no subject
[ Leaves a little less in the room of small talk. Fine with her, she hates smalltalk to begin with, and given her trip into this Horizon was as much accidental as it is incidental she decides... It's foolish to back out when she'd already proverbially opened the door. ]
[ Feels the cling of the dismal air and thinks little more of it; It's not as if plenty of others haven't been in dour states with all of this. And where was she? In typical Nebula fashion, she hasn't thought about it. Only approaches the bar with a short nod and her right, metal arm leaning against the bar. ]
What's the bartender's suggestion?