"Me?!" Nate was surprised by her concern. "Nah, it's fine. I know which end to light." he said, which was true. He was more interested in listening to what else she had to say. He didn't care for gossip in itself, simply didn't care who did what to whom and why, it was a survival tactic and nothing else. Knowing what was going on in a community, no matter how trivial it might seem, was essential. For while being a salesman who had what folks needed was great, it did make him vulnerable if the community fragmented and the tenuous hold they had on their new society and its rules, fell apart. Anarchy was just an argument away and Nate would leave no stone unturned in an attempt to see it coming.
"Maybe she likes you." he said, non-committal, at the same time wondering if the fact that chick with the anger issues was screwing Lot meant things were about to go downhill. Just his luck to be stuck here with a screwed up arm if it was. "It's not that much of a stretch!" he added, his attempt at a bit of friendly teasing more rough and awkward than anything, but well-intentioned nonetheless. Pissing off his source wasn't part of the plan. "What about the new blood?" he went on, pausing only to sip his drink. "Any of them know anything?" He was always on the lookout for untouched factories, storehouses or small businesses to loot and newly arrived meant well-travelled and therefore a potential source of information.