Mm. [Noncommittal. Indifferent. No direct disagreement, but her attention flicks away again, shoulders shifting as her posture changes (more weight to her right hand than the left) eyes following the steady trail of another milling pedestrian. Predatory focus, though it's all instinct versus any real interest or intent to hunt.

Fact of the matter is, he's knocking a point they currently don't see eye-to-eye on, and without any point to an argument Nisha's falling back on disinterest instead.] Clean up what you want, cowboy. I'll be the girl that tearing this place up from the inside out - top of the food chain down.

Place needs order as much as Pandora ever did.