Nathan half thought that Epiphany wasn't going to follow through on bailing him out. Much as he hated to admit it, he was kind of used to having people ditch him. His Dad did it, his mother did it, what few friends he had in between being blasted to this ruddy place and back home would've done it in a heartbeat if they had something more convenient or interesting on their schedules. Epiphany, though? She was here. Waiting for him, spending out her cash on him, and being what most people would have cheerfully declared as a pretty fucking good friend. Nathan was grateful for that, even if it seemed all too likely that she'd end up being re-payed by having to later cover his bar tab because he didn't have any cash or by having to put up with pulling him out of some other stupid, crazy mess that he got himself into. What? It was what a friend did for another friend. Epiphany was a friend!
Or, at the very least, she cared. Didn't have to be a friend to care, now did she? Looking all too pleased with himself (even though he was sort of a little mentally traumatized by what he saw behind those prison walls), Nathan walked out into the waiting area with a guard escort. Sidling away from the guard with a big old grin on his face, the curly-haired Irishman extended his hand out to the gruff looking man and said, "It's been fun. Really touching. Best fucking time of my life, I swear."
The guard glared at him and brushed by without so much as twitching for a reach at Nathan's extended palm. Shrugging, Nathan turned out and walked over to where Epiphany was waiting (it was sort of easy to pick the blue haired woman out in this lot). Dropping down beside her, he grabbed at one of her hands and pulled it close, putting on quite the ridiculous expression with the gesture. He looked dramatically overwhelmed with extreme gratitude. Probably enough to make Epiphany, along with anyone else who was there to bare witness to his behavior, want to slap him upside the back of his head. "Wow. You do care."