Naoki & Nebula
Naoki hadn't expected that answer. Not the vague and evasive claim that she killed things and certainly not the glib addition that followed. Was it a joke? He didn't know. Without thinking, he smiled back and made a small gesture with his hand like flicking a folded paper 'ball' to show that he understood. He'd seen the game somewhere. Television, probably.
"You must have...good coordination."
The expression, while genuine, was short-lived and once it was gone he shrugged a little. "Fighting is... necessary. I don't know if it is nice." Admittedly, there was a rush that came with combat and pushing himself to his absolute limits that couldn't be replicated by anything else and it could be difficult to shake off in the moment. But then what was he left with? ...Usually nothing good.