A young aristocratic woman enters the Nexus. She is sucking her fingers, trying to get off a suspicious thick red fluid off the digits. She looks around with dark eyes, confused as she walks, still absently cleaning off her hand. When her eyes finally alight on the sign, she laughs, her index finger popping out of her mouth to show slightly elongated and sharpened upper and lower canines. "Of all the places I have been," she says, her voice rolling with a slight eastern European accent, "this is the first I've seen that invites that you ask questions. Ah, then... for a question, may I ask what there is to do around here?"