["Compliments" bounce off him; he doesn't know how to respond to such words, earnest or not. Doesn't relate to his skill as a black thumb and so it means nothing. All he can sense from her is spikes, spikes, spikes. Something nasty for the sake of it. Plenty of 'em like her at the Citadel. Even if she's so shiny it hurts, she ain't any different.
But her intention. It-- doesn't sound good. No, not at all. But he's dealt with these types enough to know how to handle them and Nux isn't willing to throw up fists over it, get into a scuffle. Rather let it alone and keep his collected machine parts safe. So he just nods. Sullen-nods, watching her from the floor under a furrowed brow.]
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But her intention. It-- doesn't sound good. No, not at all. But he's dealt with these types enough to know how to handle them and Nux isn't willing to throw up fists over it, get into a scuffle. Rather let it alone and keep his collected machine parts safe. So he just nods. Sullen-nods, watching her from the floor under a furrowed brow.]