Ace was a little cautious. He wasn't sure he wanted to be here if these two men decided to exchange blows. If Nova was truly genocidal, he wasn't exactly someone that Ace wanted to work for. Then again, he himself had a hand in genocide. He had helped one universe wipe out a highly aggressive, incurable virus that would have killed everyone had it not been stopped. This was after coming from a parallel universe in which the virus had succeeded. Sometimes Genocide was necessary. It was a shit, it wasn't fun or enjoyable, but if it was necessary, then it was necessary. He hated thinking like that. He always tried to save everyone if possible. But sometimes it wasn't possible.

"I have seen people pull some pretty smeggy moves in my time." Ace said. "As hard to believe as it is, I've done a few myself, but sometimes people have to make the smeggy moves for the betterment of everyone." He then turned to Nova. "Alright, I'll get straight on your job, but first, I want a quick chat with Plates, here." he said, putting his hand on the mans shoulder. "Come on, we'll go get a beer and have a chat about what's going on. If that's alright, with you, Nova?" he asked.