The lack of any undue hostility is hardly a ringing endorsement as to the opposite party's intent. Nicholas lets the point of the weapon drop. He makes no movement to reholster it.

He looks away, the wind lifting the hair from his face, one corner of his mouth tightening. He cares very little for the novelties of hiding one's face, though clearly this second party doesn't share his opinion on the subject, establishing a tenuous balance of power from the initialization. It is not an outward subset of events, generally, of which he can say he is very fond.

"Nothing so interesting, I'm afraid," he says. "Keeping an awareness of anomalous events." He looks obliquely at the other man, his suspicion unconcealed and readily evident.