Nathaniel nods quietly. "True." he agrees. "Very true."

He doesn't mind so much. He's a man of few words unless the moment needs it, so he can be easy when it comes to striking up conversations. He never pushes it, but simply enjoys it for what it is.

He takes a small sip of the whiskey in the glass and falls silent for a few moments. Who cares if it's early, he's probably earned it all things considered. Then, he quietly pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lights up before silently offering the pack to her. He doesn't know if she smokes or not, but the offers there.

"What sorta thing you lookin' for?"