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[Since the name doesn't draw his attention (and why would it? it's not his), Nathan is duly alarmed when he's hugged out of nowhere. He doesn't have issues with people in his space, exactly, but strangers? Hugging? No. He instinctively tries to twist away from her.]
Get off me!
[That was meant to be commanding. It sounds scared, which Nathan does not appreciate.
There's no accent. This boy is younger, paler (who knew that was possible?), and considerably scrawnier than anyone Korra knows. Everything about him is decidedly not like Chekov, from his closed expression to his hunched posture.]