[ Machismo earns a slightly-confused look, Nate being someone who rarely indulges in that kind of thing. It's a natural consequence of his former profession: if something has the ability to go wrong, it will. Like Murphy's Law, but with more explosives.

He lifts his chin in silence, quiet as Wade wraps the wound and quieter still when he continues. One of Nate's eyebrows crawls toward his hairline and he has to wonder how many people he's run into thus far without getting this particular song and dance about the way these things work. The first person Nate even talked to on arrival slammed him with the information right off the bat. ]

...no, it- when you touch people - other Displaced, like us - without a barrier, it shares how you feel through contact. Apparently. [ His shoulders rise and fall. ] Haven't personally experienced it yet, but the burning was uncomfortable.