He folds the map back up, following after her (because why lead and miss out on the view, right?) as they make their way from the crumbling remains of -- what is this, a hotel? Housing block? Whatever, it's barely a step up from debris now. "Did he pee a little? I bet he peed a little."

Once back on the street, Nate forgets about following and makes a beeline for the now abandoned vehicle, skirting around the front bumper and trotting along in the shadow of bombed out buildings. They've got at least ten blocks before they'll be far enough North to start thinking about going up.