[There's definitely an aesthetic here, one that Nate would probably attribute to movies from the forties and fifties, and the atmosphere makes the stakes feel higher than he's currently been interpreting.

He meanders past the threshold and into the shuttered light of the game room, fingers dragging on the edge of a table.]

Think I remember her being a hard-ass cop when I was a history teacher and you were the mailman. Our paths didn't really cross much after that.