I SWEAR I REPLIED TO THIS. WTF SO SORRY.
Nate is drunk and he's trying to follow through with the planning. He wants to. He wants to contribute but he's having a hard time formulating anything useful.
He doesn't know about hacking systems. He's never really been an outlaw. His rich blood had been boiled down through the years but he doesn't think he's as scrappy as these folks. He's interested, but he's unsure. It might be the drink or it could be he's just scared. He doesn't know what to say to help and so he doesn't interject at all. He's never been the type to talk on just for the sake of jibbering. If inspiration strikes he'll be sure to add in but instead he nods, still a part of the conversation but thinking on it too.