Nita frowned. Tread carefully, tread carefully.

Hell of a late-night conversation this was turning out to be.

"If it's about free will, They're not on with interfering with that. When we act, They do, not the other way around."

But Nita was aware she could be 'barking up the wrong tree', so to speak.

"But this place seems outside of the Powers' khiliocosm anyhow; They're not looking for a fight, and I'm not, either."

She wrinkled her nose.

"Though I wasn't looking for gangs tonight, too."