[ Nate doesn't have the training. He isn't military. The day he first picked up a gun he was fifteen, it was necessity, a man in a dark suit with dark sunglasses cornered him on a rooftop and told him to shut his eyes so it wouldn't hurt. He learned how to shoot a few days later. Everything after that was just an occupational hazard. ]

Met 'im. He's from my world - or a version of my world, anyway.

[ Nate never thought he'd be so happy to meet someone who has suffered the slings and arrows of existing in the same universe as a big box store. ]

Pretty sure we haven't mastered intergalactic travel where I come from. [ He nods to one side, grudging. ] Though if we did, I guess I probably wouldn't have the clearance to know about it.