Nathan found his way into the entry room about the same time somebody finally told the douche at the counter to shut up. Nathan entered the room with everyone else in a side door neerer to the entry way than the one Marissa had entered in. The first thing he saw was a man who looked like he was straight out of a twilight LARP. This, of course, scared the crap out of Nathan. His already soaking, bruised form flinched and felt like he jumped ten feet into the air.<br/><br/>"GOOD LORD!" He grabbed his chest and breathed deeply. "Dude, any more leather and i could classify you as a steer." Nathan then gave an awkward laugh and his smile slowly faded from his face. Quite the observation, seeing as he was wearing his own leather jacket. Nathan then cleared his throat and listened to Marissa and nodded in agreement silently, crossing his arms and scanning the room's occupants. Nathan took his jacket off, his superboy tshirt still soaking wet. He threw it over his right shoulder and pointed at the staircase.<br/><br/>"I am definitely not going up there first."