Ignoring Bode's constant digs at his bad habits he doesn't seem to care so much once he gets a pint of moonshine in his grip. "I don't blame you. They're much sweeter than I am, better looking too." he glances at Bunny, his mustache twitching with a fawning smile as he leans back to rest against a sturdy looking table that's used for 'Shine business.
"I'm not in any hurry." He tells the others as a point of fact. He cannot speak for the rest of them. He also throws his attention Nadia's way, just so she knows. "Just let me know where you're ready. I'll make sure you get back to the LBJ." he's holding his jar. He's anxious to sip, to slip, to get a little blank in his head space but, if Nadia has to get back soon he'll do his damnedest not to get too mixed up in his drinking game. Not until he comes back at least.
"Thanks for letting us in." Nate thanks his friend, "I know things haven't been smooth for you lately."