The illness that was ripping through the town was something alright. Though, Nyx refused to leave anyone to their own devices at the time of need for most. Not everyone had someone to look after them or give a shit. Or some were shoving everyone away from them because of the risk of seriously harming someone, like Carol. Nyx wasn't having any of her shit during this time. Regardless of it, it didn't seem to be jumping person to person in it's current form. It seemed like if you were going to get it, you got it. There was a raise in his brows. Dressed to pry the information out of him. Now that was intriguing, but Nyx only kept his same friendly smile in place. "Well, that's interesting. Why dress differently, when you could just ask later?" It was basically an open invite for them to cross paths later on. "I mean, unless I'm just that horrendous to deal with." Nyx let his smile spread some at that.
A polite nod to the thank you and he continued along their way. Especially over the last couple days he had a chance to really learn where people were and certain important people. So while they made their way about, he pointed out places of interest other than the three normal hot spots in between their conversations. Nyx slightly shrugged. "Honestly, it's so second nature to me that I don't even think about it. Someone has a weapon on them, that makes sense." Nyx nodded some. "There is an elegance to hand-to-hand combat. Possibly raw." The things about blades though, were the precise nature. Firearms were a thing where he was from, but it just felt so... barbaric. Uncivilized? Being able to shoot a man dead, while there was the option for a more honorable combat was something that never would likely sit well with Nyx. That being said, he'd shoot a person multiple times if that was the weapon he had and he had to protect himself or another. There was no time for judgement when lives were on the line. Sometimes, you just dealt with the hand you were dealt.
While Tasha understood the pocket dimension things, where he didn't even understand it fully was nice. It meant he didn't have to stumble through explaining it in simple terms it was explained to him. "Tactical simulation?" Nyx inquired politely. "Like training?" It brought back memories watching the new recruits learning how to warp and use the magic at their disposal along with the combat training. Well, most of those from his home had that part down in some fashion. As she asked to backtrack for a moment, Nyx stopped and faced her so he could give his focus on her statement or question, but ultimately smiled at her shifting his self deprecation of being lowly. "I... haven't actually gone looking for anything for myself." He shook his head to her. "I am typically on the hunt for someone else." Truthfully, he didn't really need anything more than what he had.
"That is true." The Glaive matched her gaze. "There is plenty of time to be had." For him, a lifetime. "Though many are working on getting people back to where they come from." Then Nyx's face got a little sad. "One of the bigger mysteries at hand, is we've had people vanish without notice. One day here, the next just gone." He frowned heavily, the notion obviously bothering him.