[center][h1][color=00a651][b][u]NERO KAYAKOS[/u][/b][/color][/h1][/center]

They didn't call it a galactic bazaar for nothing.

'Course, he was fine calling it the [i]other[/i] bizarre, the one that meant it was just fucking weird.  I mean, take this point of view for a second.  You're a kid from Earth.  You got trained to fight an enemy in space, and that's the first-ever alien race you ever heard of.  The Rau've?  Weird guys, overall.  Who woulda' expected plants to become a tough race in space?  More than that, who'd expect 'em to be the winners of that fight, OR a bit nicer about it either?  Not Nero, for one.  Not [i]any[/i] of 'em, that's for sure.  But that's how it was, at the time.  Anyway, take that POV, where you know basically nothing REALLY about anything out of what you were trained for as a kid for a few years, then what you picked up in the war and as a Prisoner Of War, basically.  That isn't very much.  So, take what little you actually know, and then go to that bar from Star Wars.  You know the one.  That's what being in this place was kinda' like, for now.  They didn't know shit.  Or not enough yet.  For that part, it was easy to end up staring for a bit, which was admittedly what Nero was doing, at least until Flame was tryin' to get his attention 'cause Ashton wanted to travel on basically a mobile food cart instead of a regular one.

[color=00a651]"What?  [i]I[/i] don't care.  What harm would it do?  I'm hungry, anyway."[/color]

For anyone outside the group, Nero sounded like he was talking like he was irritated, confrontational, and playing himself out to be hot shit.  And sometimes, one or even all of those could be true.  Those more in the know had kind of an idea that that's kind of a result of how his life's been and that he wasn't exactly good at 'people'.  He [i]was[/i] a tough, and he was completely fine with vicious behavior, as his combat record would show, but he didn't try to sneak-kill any of the Rau've while he was essentially their guest.  They treated him alright, unlike the people of Earth.  So...well...that's how that ended up.  Also, even though he said he was hungry, he wasn't [i]that[/i] hungry.  He was in a stance of 'I could eat', but what it REALLY was...was this desire to stick with something quasi-familiar and inviting for the time being.  And hey, if it also got them where they needed to be, fucking [i]why not?[/i]  So yeah, he was stepping on with the rest of 'em, and he was fine with it.

There was some friction on the matter, like from Avelyn, but ehhh...she'd come around.  They got on the food tram and, well, scans or not, Nero started looking over things.  He didn't really go into the scanning himself.  He let the ones that were doing it just do it.  What HE was going for was something simpler - which suited him, 'cause he hated using the Omni-Tool, sometimes - which was Translation Mode.  Basically, if it wasn't in plain old ordinary Earth-fricking English, he'd get the machine to pick out the nuances and tell 'im what's up.  If it didn't sound like human enough food, he was skippin'.  He heard 'em talking about healthy food, and yeah...some of that made sense, but what he was grabbin' was a little of this, a little of that, and what looked like it could be pocketed and let to wait.  Whatever wasn't, like something that was clearly chocolate and definitely a muffin?  That was for now.  Basically, it was snack-time, with bonus normal easy-to-preserve-in-pocket stuff for later, when it actually mattered.  What's the big deal, anyway?  They were going off to meet someone from that Moonstrike member, not get to the big fights right off.

Nero came around with his short-term snacks in hand, long-term ones in his pockets, and overheard the convo with Sami, Fin, Iris, and whatnot over the snacks Iris was taking in.  He actually let out a snort at Finbarr, going...

[color=00a651]"Aw, let it go.  Maybe you noticed that life's a bit short for us, sometimes.  It ain't a problem, for now.  Besides, it's not like they fattened us up at the Rau've place, right?"[/color]