[Now that Lance has surmounted his original anxiety about this minor medical procedure Nate does take a certain comfort in the easy, almost leisurely banter that reminds him a lot of home. ("Home" itself being more people than place, because he misses being comfortable enough to have a drink with someone and throw around old stories.)

Hadriel has afforded him many things, but friends are difficult to come by even in his own world. Nate isn't exactly known for opening up.]

I was mapping the tunnels until I learned that they change every few months.

[Sort of a downer, but that doesn't mean he won't still go spelunking in his spare time, sans equipment. Nate rubs at his chin with his free hand.]

Used to travel a lot more, so being stuck in this one city kind of sucks.

[At least in New Orleans he could drive to the Gulf, or the bayou.]