Nico had noticed that business had slowed since he'd decided to stick around in one place. Sure there were plenty of people but it seemed his allure lay in the fact that he would be gone soon - he needed to appear more in the wind. He would just pack up and make with leaving but Squirrel was keeping his anchor here, silently telling him to try and put down roots here. Roots with her. And he didn't hate the idea of it. He hadnt ever settled anywhere even in foster care, he never unpacked his bags when he got to a new house and that had made leaving that much easier when the army had rolled into town and tried to act as if they weren't making things worse.
He was strolling down the road towards the apartment when the much taller blonde man had halted him with, what he considered, a strange question. The mans face gave nnothing away but the question alone showed Nico he was also an outsider, maybe he got here a few days ago much like Nico himself. "Depends," Nico began, "On what you mean by in charge. I can be pretty authoritive when I want to,"