Nate looks up when Coop arrives, giving him the once over to make sure he's suitably dressed. By the grumbling, this is more out of his comfort zone quicker than he might have liked, but Nate thinks it'll be good for him. It'll be a bit of fun if nothing else, which Nate has decided is exactly what he needs.

The suit fits because Nate has a damn good eye. He doesn't bother retorting, just nods in the direction they're headed. "C'mon, if we wait much longer we'll be late." Late arrivals get noticed, which is exactly what Nate doesn't want. He reaches a hand into his pocket and retrieves Coop's invitation, handing it over. "We'll need these to get inside. Don't worry, the piece is on display before the thing properly kicks off, so we won't have to stick around."

It's some kind of charity gala and Nate's not exactly a good Samaritan. He has no intention of sticking around any longer than it takes to steal what he wants and get out of there, and he doesn't think Coop does either. If all goes according to plan, they'll be gone before dinner starts.

He leads the way, and when they reach the fancy hall the thing is being held at, Nate straightens his tie and presents his invitation with a flourish and a comfortable smile.