Yellow Beauty Burns Gold.

[Belle]

Belle eyed the offered hand, hesitating. Then, against her better judgment, she extended her own, releasing the last goon from her headlock to shake hands. "Belle. Nice to, uh, meet you, too," she said, glancing aside as the man retreated to join his fellows. "So," she said after a moment's silence. "Was there a reason for all that, or do you just make friends that easily?"

The blonde chuckled, releasing Belle's hand after a short shake and squeeze that left Belle's fingers aching. She was strong, but that wasn't exactly a surprise for a Prime. "Oh, you know how it is with boys," she answered with a smirk, her tone matching Belle's sarcasm. One boot nudged a groaning goon sprawled across the blank ground. "Doesn't take much to have them falling all over you. Or just over."

"Right," Belle said, her eyes glancing at Yang's bracelets. Weird weapons. She hadn't been able to watch the girl fight much, but they seemed to shoot ... Something. Bullets? No, if that was the case, there'd be a lot more blood on the floor. Her eyes followed the speckled trail of red towards the retreating men's destination. "They're headed for Coruscant, too. Great."

"Coruscant?" Yang repeated the word, hands on her hips and giving Belle a quizzical cock of the head. "What's that? Or I guess a better question would be-" she lifted her hands, palms up, to gesture around. "Where am I?"

Belle's brow furrowed. Then, this was a newcomer? A so-called 'Fountain Fresh' Prime? "Didn't the big guy give you the spiel?" she asked. Belle hadn't encountered it herself, but Dataverse accounts were pretty clear on the fact that Primes were supposed to get a talking to. Something to lay it out for them, at least generally. But the way Yang was looking at her made her doubt her assumptions. "Anyway, you're in the Nexus..."

Belle explained the landscape as they walked, away from the scattered, stirring fallen and towards the other two that had joined in the battle. If this were home - her actual home, that is - Belle would have done something like call the cops. But while there were law-enforcement groups in each individual verse, the Nexus itself was sort of - as she'd heard it described - international waters.

Yang seemed to think Belle was making it up, pulling her leg, often snickering and offering a sarcastic remark. Belle didn't blame her; she had thought that someone was playing an elaborate prank on her, too, the first time she showed up. She allowed her guard to lower - just a little. It was hard not to be sympathetic.

As they got closer to the two figures, Belle's steps momentarily stilled. The man with the gun seemed pretty "standard," all told, for a 'future space marine' that you might see on the cover of some paperback in the sci-fi section of the book store. The other one, though... A superhero? Or at least someone with a spandex fetish. She looked the part. Of the former, not the latter. Not that the latter was bad or anything...

Wait, why was she stammering in her head?

Belle walked up with Yang. "Uhm," she started to say, then stopped. She looked at each in turn, then looked at and thumbed to Yang. They were all late-comers to this impromptu shindig-by-fist, so Yang should probably be the one to lead off.

"Thanks!" the golden-haired fighter said, and gave the two a cheerful thumbs up and a wide grin. "So, which one of you can tell me where the exit's at? This has been fun and all, but I was sort of in the middle of something."