Nebula turned in the direction of the voice, her fingers twitching slightly as if she was going to pull out one of her knives. Old instincts. She'd been trying to break herself of the habit, fairly convinced that any price on her head was long gone. But it was hard to break out of a habit of survival.

Especially when she was so good at it.

Fortunately, the girl didn't look like she presented much of a threat.

"Who wouldn't want to?" she asked, nodding her head out toward the surf. "Just look at that horizon."