Nate's grip tightened, fingers curling and tightened into her skin as she spoke. Described the dreary, half abandoned town he left behind. Though the cover story thing was new to him. His gaze drifted away for a small moment, focusing on a nick in the wall.

Until he heard Rebecca's name and his eyes snapped back. She was still there? Why? She had every reason to just leave like he did, to take the shattered remains of her life and try to build something somewhere else. Granted she didn't have much to fear. There wasn't much blood on her hands or specters on her shoulders if he recalled right.

Could be wrong. Everything was a haze, a flurry of screams and buzzing flies and slick blood on his hands. He vaguely recalled her face, speckled with blood, staring at him with a look of horror.

She finished speaking, saying nothing that Nate knew or recognized aside from Rebecca. He finally nodded shakily, releasing her arm with a slight jerk.

"OK...OK good," he muttered, lifting his hand and running his hand over his mouth. "Good. Keep it that way."

He moved past her then, gently slipping past and making his way to the counter. "...like some coffee if that's alright. Bell-boy said it was..." His voice was shaking, uneven, scratching at the edges. His nostrils flared sporadically as he breathed unevenly. He rubbed at the base of his neck, just above where it met with the shoulder.