He casts her a cursory glance, a small smile on his lips. He'd said it in mock annoyance, but in Nate's eyes it just about is the highest compliment he could give. He thinks Elena would like Beth a lot, and it pleases him that even if they haven't ever met, Beth recognises what he means. He hasn't told her a lot about Elena - he hasn't told anyone in Darrow a lot, in truth - but clearly she's read between the lines.

Nate takes the sandwich from her, unwrapping it eagerly and taking a bite. His jaw protests a little but he ploughs on anyway. Food is more important than discomfort, and Nate's not about to turn down a good sandwich. She's bought the ones he likes, even.

She does have a point there. However, Nate is of the opinion that this is an entirely different situation, being that it's him with a pummelled in face, not her. He doesn't need to pretend he wouldn't worry, he'd worry a lot, but that doesn't mean this is the same. "Yeah but that would be something to worry about," he protests, swallowing a mouthful of sandwich. "This is different. This is practically par for the course." Admittedly, it has been a while since he had to nurse wounds like this, but it's hardly the first time. It's not even the second, or third, or... he could go on.