[ It's oddly reassuring to know there's somebody else here who hasn't come from some sort of magical land full of dwarves and giants and witches; from the transitional perspective of coming back, it's just. Neater. Helpful. A similar frame of reference is a paltry balm to an otherwise open wound, but it means they're on the same page.

Nate eyes him for a moment as he drinks, sort of shifts with an uneasiness that's understandable given the events of the day, but the position he took with clear view of the door is obvious. He spent too much of his wayward youth keeping an eye out for authorities to not notice similar signs. ]

You mostly get to be an old hat at them, but once or twice they'll really throw you for a loop. [ It's true enough, but then, he considers himself fairly adaptable. ] Looking for someone?