"A nexus?" He wasn't a moron. He knew what the term meant, but Betsy sounded as though she were saying it in a very specific way, to mean a very specific thing. In a way, this place was something similar, if he was following along appropriately.

He arched an eyebrow as she described her team, though before rolling his shoulder in a shrug. It sounded idealistic, but he didn't have a reason not to believe her, either. "I guess some of us are lucky."

He actually smirked at her question. "A welcoming committee. You've got a leg up on the dwarf." Gnome. Whatever.