@spidoir
The sights and sounds are still overwhelming, to Nate, who feels out of place even with the proper attire given to him. He sticks out like a sore thumb with his shock-white hair, barely tamed with a comb despite his best efforts, and the city seems to be closing in around him with every step he takes. Alleyways grow tighter and tighter, and the smoke and smog has a vice-grip around his lungs.
He is a man our of time even here, feeling a step behind everyone else as he tries to keep up with the hustle and bustle. Finally, he relents, ducking into an alley and doubling over to catch his breath. One-two, Nate. Easy does it.
Why, he's got his eyes shut for only a moment, and when he opens them back up he nearly jumps out of his second skin--there's someone standing there.
Nate presses himself into the wall, mostly out of reflex--reaching to his side for a gun that isn't there for a moment before he catches himself.
"Didn't see you there, stranger."
