[ The question's ambiguous on purpose, but there's no hurry to answer. Nathan thinks it over. He studies her sidelong. The way she holds herself is tired, worn, but not panicked. Not at the end of their rope. Speaks to a composure he might even half-envy, given long enough. ]
Nah.
[ Brand new, practically. Nathan simply shrugs, then taps once at the centre of his own chest; where the blue glow would spike out from, that labels them as Displaced and other. He huffs out a little laugh. It's bitter more than funny. ]
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Nah.
[ Brand new, practically. Nathan simply shrugs, then taps once at the centre of his own chest; where the blue glow would spike out from, that labels them as Displaced and other. He huffs out a little laugh. It's bitter more than funny. ]
Rude awakening, suppose. [ He nods at her. ] You?