[ There's a temptation to respond in kind if Nate is so eager to bandy corporate banter. He's rescheduled his appointment for a mutually preferred slot. He can pencil something like that in whenever he wants. But that's not why he's come up here and it's none of Nate's goddamn business so he (visibly) restrains himself, jaw working as his mouth stays pressed in a thin line.

Stepping farther from the edge for some peace of mind, he just narrows his eyes in the dark and waves his arm impatiently. ]

You were going to say something before you backed off. [ In case Nate needs the reminder. ] Not like this town's big enough for the two of us if you're going to play that game, so. Where else was I going to start looking?