Each shop seemed to have weapons of some sort. Though nothing that was really what was wanted. America wanted to get her friend something useful and that she'd like. So this space bow HAD to be found.
Oh the coffee place. Never been, bu that was he had found his own coffee and brewed his own coffee and old habits and all. Though Nyx listened to her story and about how despite the group splitting up they managed to stick together and keep in contact. That's how he felt with Libertus. He was still alive to his knowledge.
But he had died, so there wasn't a need to go back. He was dead. Did his duty. Moving on.
"That's a bondship that many don't have." Nyx offered a smile. "Something to be treasured." He looked to America with that smile on his lips, then his lips thinned. "America..." He trailed off, tapping her arm and pointing, his lips spreading into a coy smile. "What is that? Who cares, what about that?" He inquired pointing at a weapon that vaguely resembled a crossbow, but look liked it fired the same energy as blasters.