It's quite, not a little awkwardly so as Nate leads the way down the uneven, debris-strewn street while squinting at the surrounding architecture and occasionally double- (and triple-) checking his map. And somehow neither of them ever considers the possibility that this might not work - that Chloe's schemes for far off beaches and drinks with umbrellas might be a bit of a long shot not just because of the mess they've gotten themselves into, but because of-- well, everything else.

"Eh." It's a dismissive kind of noise, easy going. Nate folds the map back up, drawing to a halt at the end of the block. There's a hotel a few blocks further, visible from here. That works. "If we're lucky and Lazarevic hasn't bowled through anything? Give me ten minutes."

He throws her a quick look, mouth quirking into a grin. Yeah girl, sometimes he's pretty good at what he does.