A quick little meeting [Niso]

Niso didn’t care much for money either but ya needed it to survive half the time so he saw the necessity of it even if he didn’t see the pleasure of it directly. He’d get more pleasure from a swimming pool full of cereal than the money it would cost to arrange such a thing. Simple as. With an idle shrug he dropped low and started to examine the body as a bet was made to see where the quirk was, Niso himself chuckling a little. “You know you technically lose if I can find the quirk is in the arms AND somewhere else, cause then it’s not located in the arms, it’s just present there.” He stuck out his tongue playfully as he continued to examine the corpse before him, humming idly as he indeed went for the arms first.

He was careful to grasp around the acidicy chunks of flesh and not touch them directly. Even if he could repair the damage it might still cause he wasn’t about to subject himself to that if he didn’t have to. Looking into the arms, he didn’t see any direct hints of a quirk…buuut a lot of quirks were like tensed muscles. If you’re dead you’re not exactly going to be flexing those muscles anymore. “Let’s seeeee…” He glanced around the alleyway, eventually finding one of the trashcans with his eyes, abandoning the corpse and idly making his way towards it.

Reaching into the trashcan without worry or care for the vile things he may find in there, when he felt something akin to glass he’d latch on, pulling out a beer bottle and sharply wacking it against the metal edge of the trash can, creating a sharp set of glass held firmly in his hand by the bottle neck. “Hope you’re not squeamish.” He joked, returning to the corpse, sittling cross legged with the arm now resting in his lap.

Without much hesitation, he rammed the jagged edges of the broken bottle into the corpses arm, dragging It open and looking into the folds of flesh and muscle. “Aaaah, here we go…definitely seems like there’s something unusual here…some under-layer of skin. Endo-skeleton? That what they’re called? Anyway. Definitely not something I have. And I know every inch of my body…” Of course this was assuming that, beyond his cellular consciousness he had a normal body make up.

“This IS unusual isn’t it? I’m not missing some rough layer of ‘underskin’ or anything?”

Niso pulled his head aside, and debated thickening his ear drumbs with the amount this woman was yelling still, but, he'd be fine either way. She was definitely someone he'd like to keep some form of tabs on in the future just to see what interesting results her existance would lead to, and if he had to put up with all the yelling for that, it was definitely a sacrifice he could make for someone as...deranged as her.

He briefly wondered if she was closer to what he expected the painter to be than Luzia actually was...it was a thought he quickly shook out of his head, but a thought that occurred nonetheless.

"I wouldn't be so sure about my knife not doing anything...good thing about having a body like mine is you learn allll the ways a normal human can be hurt...heck it's part of why I aimed for the eys..." he examined the body a little more. "Sure, some quirks throw a wrench in the works...but I always seem to find a way around it. I'd call it just a natural sense of tenacity."

"Convenient?" He scoffed and shook his head. "Pretty sure it's the opposite since it's what made you target her." Lifting his head up at the mention of money, Niso rubbed his chin. "Eeeeh he tends to give me a flat rate. He does some weird calulcation of what everything goes for on the black market then like, halves it or something Depends on the age sometimes too. This one's pretty young so we should get some decent cash to split, but he uses it all personally so I wouldn't don't expect a huge pile of cash, since he ain't makin a profit off this beyond whatever his research brings..."

He smirked a little at it beinga good study on interior quirks, he shrugged and started to try and lift her, feeling she weighed a hefty chunk. "You er...fancy helping?"