Nate grumbled something about how they would all be better off if stupid Carter broke his neck, lady present or no lady present. But he did it under his breath and there wasn't any real conviction to the malice. He was too stoned to hold grudges, right at the moment. He had just been on the roof, smoking a joint and whipping balls off of the roof and into the courtyard with his lacrosse stick.
He popped over to the door and pulled it open, with some effort, pretty unfazed (at the moment) by the noises, or by Serena's panic. "So you're trying to escape ... onto the roof? What's part two of that plan?"