"Can't say I'm much for family," Marla answered. "Not anymore. Considering my only living family tried to kill me the last time we met." At least not the family of her birth, and right now she wasn't feeling too well-disposed towards some of the people she thought she trusted. And many of the other people she had let get close to her were now dead, or worse.
Of course, Rondeau was a bit like the little brother she never had -- right down to doing horrible things without really meaning to hurt each other -- but that was different.
She noticed Ed's arm, looking it over. The construction reminded her a bit of Artie's old pocket dimension which he built, patterned after some kind of gothic Victorian London, so his students could practice magic without blowing real shit up. "Is there a technomancer living around here?" Best to case out what powers that be hung around a place like the Nexus.