[ Nate is already pinching the bridge of his nose by the time that second sentence makes it way out of Gene's mouth. He puts some distance between them and the vendor, not out of explicit upset but because he still doesn't entirely trust these spirits, ice cream be damned. By the time he's gathered himself to speak Nate is bordering on businesslike: not defensive, but simple and pat. ]

Yeah, he's from my world. We know each other.

[ There's an unspoken gratitude that Gene didn't bring up Nate's name in proximity, Christ knows how Rafe would have reacted. ]

I'm not surprised he talked about pirates. Rafe's been looking for Avery for fifteen years.