"Thanks." Blaze looks only far enough to find a weapons crate she can pull over and sit down on, facing Nike. Maybe it'll help: she's not totally unaware of how her armored build can loom in close quarters.

She's listening, while she does, leaning forward with her arms on her knees. "There's a lot of potentially dangerous beings in the Nexus. I could probably stand to learn more about them, but-" This isn't the main point, wait. She studies Nike with a troubled frown, as if she could maybe figure out what's going through the angel's head from outside.

"Your being there?" Well, it took a whole minute, but she's lost. "Could you explain how?"