[ It takes Nate an embarrassingly long moment to place the reference, reminding himself somewhat belatedly that there was some movie Elena made him watch a while ago. Nazis, singing, Austria, a bunch of annoying children...right. He's got it, he doesn't have to look like a total dunce in front of a genius with a doctorate and a former medical license. ]

The hills were fine. I just didn't like the view.

[ The second suture is knotted off, the third one is threaded and he tentatively presses around an area more bruised than the others with his fingers. Their captors were not particularly gentle. ]

My brother got old enough to take care of us- [ Not entirely a lie. ] -and we left. I was only there until I was about twelve years old? Everything after that, we just picked up work when we could, where we could.

[ It's pragmatic and simple, honest but leaving out more than a fair share of salient details. Nate pauses before the third stabbing, glancing up. ]

You holding up okay?