People always assume that Nate is a talker and he is very adept at maintaining a conversation but more than anything he is an observer. He loves to watch the world around him, listen to the things being said, see the people he love express their thoughts and ideas either casually or more passionately.
For a few minutes he's lost to it. He's stumbling with piping up because he's content to just be by Bunny's side while she answers the questions Cal's asked. He'd forgotten what a delight it was to be with them, in a place that was good and public. There's even music and he wonders if the jukebox takes 'cans' or if it's a free for all.
"If she will nae do it to ours, what makes you think she'll go all in for a poor sap like ye?" he finally interjects after a long draw of whiskey. It goes down do smooth, he needs to rough up his lungs with something else. That's when he reaches into his pocket for a crumpled pack. It's seen better days and like all of them sitting here, it's a survivor unlike the unlucky cigarette he's about to roast. He sets it to his lips and offers the pack to the other two .
The question comes suddenly, after his smoke is lit and the cherry at the end is glowing proper. "Ye been chomped on Cal?"