Stuff was always the polite word for anything. What are you getting done at the dentist? Stuff! When it was actually a root canal. Point being, those who used the word 'stuff' in the same context as he would, got what he was meaning. There wasn't anything more that was particularly needing to be said, but a silent understanding. There was that between Carol and him, despite the fact that they had shared their misadventures during their drinks when he first arrived. "Just a whole bunch of people who got sick. It's being worked on. It seems that they're not contagious." At least he hadn't caught it from being around so many sicky people. "Well, I have a few tricks up my sleeves." He was in fact wearing a t-shirt. "So y'know. Can't share all my secrets." Nyx shrugged some.
"Well, where I'm from, there are people who just have the innate ability of what I did." The royal crown, just held the abilities, where he had to be trained. "I'm just some lowly soldier, doing my lowly things." Nyx smiled an almost knowing smile.
"Truth being told, I am much more comfortable being armed." Nyx's shoulders went up and down as he accepted the bag in his hand with a smile. The whole, you never know scenario, is exactly why Nyx was much more comfortable being armed. So, if she wished to be armed, Nyx wouldn't bat an eye at it. Similar creatures is all. While she jockeyed her stuff about to be ready for the little tour, Nyx smirked a little. He didn't mind the other one, but this one, seemed more his cup of teas. They'd be great friends.
"Nicest part about this place." Nyx stopped and thought about it. "I sort of like the whole place, to be honest." He wasn't dead here. "Though Panchos for your local watering hole and if you're itching for pizza, COFFEE for your daily dose of morning caffeine, and myself and the Hargreeves brothers seemingly for your general stuff you might need." He paused turning to her for a moment. "This place is like some pocket dimension. People from many places are here, like there are three Peter Parkers, from different universes where they all are Spider-Man or something." Nyx sighed. "I for one, am not even from where a lot of people are from." Nyx made a puzzled face. "Earth? Or whatever. I come from a city called Insomnia." Nyx turned and pointed to a large house in the distance. "That house, the doors lead to many different places and dimensions. Each door is different each day. Sometimes, they all go to the same place for a week or so at a time." Nyx turned his attention back to Tasha. "But I visited three different dimensions from three different doors in the same day. It almost has no rhyme or reason."
Well, way to ease her into things, but people had to know. "So here." He pointed down at the ground. "They call it Starklandia, and I guess the elected or appointed mayor would be Tony. He's a pretty good guy."