Nathan smirked a bit at the mention, scratching at his ear and raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, a hospice nurse." Which Nathan had teased him endlessly for. Lots of woman jokes. He'd bought the guy orthopedic shoes by some kind of celebratory means, for God's sake. With everything going on lately, though? Nathan was kind of missing the quiet, hospice nurse life Peter had had going on for him. "Saving the world one person at a time, he used to call it."
...Wait, huh? "Sorted?" Nathan shifted from foot to foot, fixing May with a bit of a narrow-eyed expression. "What do you mean 'Sorted'?" Whoa, whoa, whoa, he wasn't staying here.
Really bad shape. Of course. He would've been in pieces after the explosion, charred and disfigured and... God, Nathan had thought he would have never made it. Prayed he would have, but fairly sure he wasn't going to make it. "Rapid cell regeneration," he muttered to himself, exhaling sharply and half-glancing around the room. Okay, so maybe he wasn't going on about what he could do. ...Then again, it WAS Peter. "Just... how many people with... 'abilities' do you think are here?"
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Date: 2007-07-17 12:15 am (UTC)...Wait, huh? "Sorted?" Nathan shifted from foot to foot, fixing May with a bit of a narrow-eyed expression. "What do you mean 'Sorted'?" Whoa, whoa, whoa, he wasn't staying here.
Really bad shape. Of course. He would've been in pieces after the explosion, charred and disfigured and... God, Nathan had thought he would have never made it. Prayed he would have, but fairly sure he wasn't going to make it. "Rapid cell regeneration," he muttered to himself, exhaling sharply and half-glancing around the room. Okay, so maybe he wasn't going on about what he could do. ...Then again, it WAS Peter. "Just... how many people with... 'abilities' do you think are here?"