Nate calmly listened to the both of them. Without the crutch of a drink in his hand, he thought it best to keep his mouth shut. Sam meant well, Nate knew that, even if he was way off the mark, where Nate and Sophie were concerned. Nate couldn't even properly process or identify his feelings for Sophie, he didnt' need his teenaged son trying to force something that may or may not be there, on the two of them, but Nate would let it slide, and focus instead on the potential case Sam was presenting to them.
He perused the folders, looking at the information in the pages within. "Where did you get these, Sam?" he asked, after a moment's study. He held one of the folders in his hand, but looked up from the pages, to look at Sam.