He can't really answer her and she's got her eyes on the guy on the ground, not on Nate, but he nods anyway. She picks up the knife and moves back towards him with her gun still pointed, and Nate's glad that for all that Coop might be freaking out, Chloe knows what she's doing. They've done this plenty of times before, and maybe he's not usually zip-tied to a chair with a gag in his mouth, but this is more or less familiar territory.

The knife slips between the ties and Chloe cuts him free quickly, though when Nate glances down he can see the way her hands shake a little. It's unlike her, but he doesn't have time to ask any questions, and he knows she's not going to answer them right now anyway. Instead, he pulls his hands free and tugs at the gag straight away. "That tasted like ass," he says, making a face and rubbing at the marks on his wrists where the plastic had dug in. He lets Chloe continue cutting him free with the knife, turning to give Coop a little wave. "Hey, Coop. Fancy seeing you here."

He blinks when his head swims a little, but he shakes it off. He still needs to get himself - and now them - out of here alive; he can pass out later, it's fine. "Gun," he says to Chloe once he's free, gesturing to the spare one at her hip. "I'd really like a gun."