Nate continued to follow the girl, even when she was unsure. She still knew more than him, so even when confused, he'd trail behind like a lost duckling. It was pathetic, he knew, but it was his only shot at getting to this Management.
He smiled at her comment. "You got that right." He knew all too well about landing on his feet. Free running and sparring had given him excellent reflexes, and he'd landed on his feet far more times than on his front or back. Or head. But that's another thought for another day. "Cat's got it good, curious or not."
Nate almost stopped in his tracks as he took in her list. That's right. it was the 30s. All the luxuries he loved would be non-existent. He could have cried. "Well... I always love a good bath after some strenuous activities. Helps the muscles just to soak." He grinned when she turned, and mock gasped, pressing a hand to his chest. "What would I wear, then? Your dress? You wouldn't do that to a poor, lost soul you just met." He pouted as petulantly as he could. "That'd be mean."