Nathaniel's wide shoulders feigned a larger reaction to Eva's force push than was required, and a rarely-witnessed smiled appeared on his somber features. His body quickly rebounded, though his spine never lost its natural curve. "Pardon me, your majesty." Nate added, his sometimes wicked tongue continued to be mostly playful with the queen.
"The sooner the better," Caltrops advised, glad to see Eva had started to study the realm in question. "Hela's absence has created a power vacuum that I believe could be very dangerous," he warned, despite Ronan's primary mission of confirming Baldr's story. "Your bedroom attire beside the point," implied eyeroll here, "I believe tonight would be ideal - considering the position of Alfheim's moons." The astrology here was... intense.
"He's telling his family something..." Nate said a bit callously. "Their input would be, no doubt, less-than-positive," he added, visibly annoyed. What Ronan was being offered was an opportunely to not only be helpful, but to possibly save lives. The Murphys should have been more encouraging.
"I've already gathered the supplies." He made a hard pivot back on subject. "We'll need J... your warriors, the littlest Rasputin, and a few willing members of the medical team." Nate explained, arms still secured behind his back. "I wasn't sure if you wanted me to approach Dr. Braddock or Dr. Marchetti." Both had supernatural ties, but Eva probably had a preference. During their conversation, Nate had taken the liberty and sent a cool, crawling sensation escalating up Eva's spine. A simple payback for her mystic nudge.