Nate just nodded. He knew what she did for a living but it didn't interest him. Fucking as recreation was something other people did and their obsession with it was baffling. The friction was nice and there was that little 'pop' at the end, but otherwise... nah. He couldn't be bothered, couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten laid and would rather have a drink and a good book than a bonk.
Talk of new blood was interesting and there might be nuggets of information to be mined from them and that was what he had her on the payroll for; easier to get the newbs to talk to someone who was always around rather than the guy in the van who was gone weeks on end. He kept her supplied with the tools of her trade and she found him opportunities, hints and lines on new merchandise. Win-win.
"Yeah. Doc Charles, not the other one." he said. The sun hid behind a scurrying cloud and the scant warmth it had been putting out abruptly vanished. Seemed the temperature dropped a notch or three in the span of a few seconds and he made the decision not to bother opening today. Weather like this would keep most folk indoors, skulking by their fires for warmth. "Ricochet off the rocks hit me. Chipped off a little bone and tore the muscle. I'm stuck here for a few weeks while it heals. You wanna come in?" he invited as the cold seemed to close in around them. "I just popped a bottle of Johnny W."