"Adapting to your environment is half the battle, if you can do that you're well on your way." Nyx commented as he continued his walk, with his hands folded behind his back. Hand only come up to point out people they could see or places of importance.
"It can be. There is a small plot garden which I'll point out, though i don't tend to that." There wasn't much of a green thumb on Nyx. "Honestly, I'm not sure who or where needs help." He glanced over to Weiss. "What is it you did back where you're from?"
While she commented on it being brave of him, Nyx never thought of it that way. "That is kind of you, Weiss." Nyx offered a smile. "Though I don't do it for praise, honestly." Looking down Nyx seemed to think about his words some. "I do it because it needs to be done, and I am capable. Some of those here, are not as combat prepared as I am, and I've seen some dicey places through the doors." Nyx nodded some. "So If I can save some people some risk, it's a worthy cause." Ultimately the Glaive shrugged about it.
"What is dust?" Nyx figured it wasn't normal dirty dust she was talking about.