The moment Rey's fingers ignite, Nick looks her way, his attention drawn. There's a moment just before he gives her a smile where he wishes the Institute had bothered to equip him with night vision -- he's lucky it's a friend who found him him the dark rather than a foe. It's not that he has a lot of enemies in the city, but given some folks, how they feel about the Guard, and what they might be willing to do for rewards from the gods, he figures it's best he keep on his toes.

"I've been mistaken for worse things," he remarks. "I should've known you'd be fine with the weather how it is."

Those glowing eyes of his trail down to her hand, watching the flames. One day, he'll figure out just what it is that gives her that ability. Until then, it's best he not ask too many questions. She'll tell him what he needs to know.

... Or at least he hopes she will. There's a lot between them that goes unsaid these days.