[It does look almost exactly like she remembers it as she walks up to the door, aside from a few minor things. Stepping inside, her eyes scan the hookah bar, taking it all in before her black eyes settle on the man waiting for her behind the counter, and noting how he's changed. The scars tell a story that she assumes tells that he's continued fighting this place as hard as ever.
Nebula, for her part, looks different too. The metal plate above her eye is no longer there, leaving only a sharp eyebrow and blue skin. Her cybernetic arm looks different, a replacement for the one she'd had before. It's more advanced than her old one, but D'Artagnan likely wouldn't be able to tell that just by sight, considering his technological knowledge. She's as serious as ever, but there is something in her changed. She's softer, less harsh around the edges. There's even a small smile there at the corner of her lips at seeing him, despite hating the fact that she's back.]
D'Artagnan. [She follows him to the back.] You look like you've seen a few battles since I was here last...
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Nebula, for her part, looks different too. The metal plate above her eye is no longer there, leaving only a sharp eyebrow and blue skin. Her cybernetic arm looks different, a replacement for the one she'd had before. It's more advanced than her old one, but D'Artagnan likely wouldn't be able to tell that just by sight, considering his technological knowledge. She's as serious as ever, but there is something in her changed. She's softer, less harsh around the edges. There's even a small smile there at the corner of her lips at seeing him, despite hating the fact that she's back.]
D'Artagnan. [She follows him to the back.] You look like you've seen a few battles since I was here last...