Nathan followed Issac to the garage and as they walked through the concrete twists and turns, he flashed a grin like Issac couldn't have said anything more amusing. Like he waited for this joke to come just so he could use a well prepared punch line. "I'll follow since I can't bear to leave my ride in such a dingy place as this," he chuckled. Twisting, he leaned against a vehicle only steps away, having been parked in the line of small spaces near the elevator doors. "But it's not a car that I'll be following you in." He glanced back at the motorbike he leaned against, clearly proud. It wasn't one of those overly wrought beasts of chrome like bad boys drove. His was a simple bike in dull gray, bought more for the simple ease of using a small vehicle in a busy city. Still, he enjoyed the discrepancy with his cheerful personality.