[ Nate's eyes, which by this point had fluttered shut to just absorb the sensation of experience, to let his blood cool both inside his chest and on his skin, flicker open the barest crack. He watches Wade in the periphery, turning to retrieve the whatever salve or ointment in the kit handles burns. It doesn't sting - it smells faintly like menthol, actually, reminding him of cigarettes and his brother - but the pressure doesn't feel good. As soon as it lets up he'll be grateful. ]

I've had worse, don't worry.

[ They're hollow words that people rarely believe until they see him, until they know. Compared to other experiences this only rates fairly high-up for the foot chase that preceded it. ]

And yeah, it was weird. Would've expected to get hit with that empathy crap, 'cause I know she's Displaced. It just stung.

[ His face scrumples in an amused smile. ]

Never a dull moment.