They're Checking Out Your Savoir Faire ((Open to Quinn))

[symkarian_princess]

Nika sat in a small cafe with her text book open on the small table in front of her. She had a cup of something that at least did not taste like tar. The place she was in was slightly rustic, but it was at least not dilapidated. She did not have to worry about a ceiling beam try to crush like she had 24 hours ago.

She had her back to a wall and occasionally glanced toward the either the kitchen or the front door. She sipped her not-tar as she waited.

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[symkarian_princess]

"I grew up in a country that loves its mercenaries. Mostly because its mercenaries fund the economy more than our exports of sheep and keeps the peace with the neighboring Latveria." She shrugged. Nika was only bothered by negativity when it came from her employees.

"The rest of the world can bite their preconceptions. I have similar sentiments about how 'people' think about transdimensional aliens and mutants."

She pulled out a rifle stock to a Henry Arms AR-7, an unloaded Sig Sauer P226, and an unloaded Glock G17. She set the empty guns and rifle stock on a small table by her elbow.

[i_can_hit_that]

Quinn looked at the guns in question and whistled appreciatively. Those were not cheap pieces of hardware. Most people he knew would kill to get even one of them, much less all three.

"Hey, I don't agree too much with people's perceptions about mutants and others. I think if people learned to chill out a bit, we'd have less Doctor Dooms in the world. But that's just my opinion." Quinn said.

"What's it like living near Doctor Doom? I've heard some stories about the guy and none of them are good but I guess he has to be doing something right if his people let him stay in power." he said.

[symkarian_princess]

Nika pulled out the clips for the Sig Sauer and Glock. She set one by each gun and put the spares into pouches looped into her clothing. She glanced at Quinn when he whistled at her hardware.

"If you pass your tests, we'll outfit you with top-of-the-line hardware. I'll have requisition forms available. Our tech can also make custom things." She quirked an eyebrow at having less Dr. Dooms. She was aware most of the world, in general, were afraid or despised him. She had a different view on him considering the long-standing respect between Doom and her mother.

"Peaceful and quiet for the most part," Nika answered with a shrug. "Except when superheroes go next door to thwart something or other. It stays that way while mother has her yearly peace accord dinners with Dr. von Doom."