Well it's a long, markerless road ahead so his broad, cocksure grin leaves Chloe more confused than anything else; her eyes flicking briefly towards him after a moment of quiet contemplation and then back again. "Uhm."
"Am I missing something here because I'm not getting 'ten minutes' from any of...this." A point emphasized by one hasty little wave of her arm.
"Trust me, Chloe." He spreads his hands as he steps off the edge of the mangled sidewalk, walking backward a few paces in their desired direction. "I've got this. Just follow my lead for once." Nate punctuates it with an eyebrow quirk and a tip of his chin before he turns, and does just that - making his way along the (relatively - save the occasional pop of not too distance gunfire) quiet street.
They're lucky (when isn't he lucky?) and don't run into anyone, native or otherwise, along those last few blocks. By minute ten, Nate's found them a broken window and gotten them into the ground level of the hotel itself.
The stairs leading up from there are depressingly nonexistent.
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"Am I missing something here because I'm not getting 'ten minutes' from any of...this." A point emphasized by one hasty little wave of her arm.
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They're lucky (when isn't he lucky?) and don't run into anyone, native or otherwise, along those last few blocks. By minute ten, Nate's found them a broken window and gotten them into the ground level of the hotel itself.
The stairs leading up from there are depressingly nonexistent.
"Okay so maybe more like twenty minutes."