Nate's heart was beating too quickly. He was nervous and hardly dared to draw a breath, which left him light headed almost instantly, that and hanging upside down. Move. He had to move. He had heard Desmonds words, but he didn't think he'd get left alone. He could feel the tightness in his muscles as he struggled to make himself move. Fighting every instinct that said to stay. To hide. To remain still. No one came in the alley. No one entered it. He tried to draw a breath. Focused on just breathing in and out.<br/><br/>He was good at filching. He could get anything, but this. This was something Nate hated. Being scared left him feeling sick and he hated that feeling above all else. He focused on breathing. In and out. In and out. Watching the empty alley remain empty. Move Nate. Get out of here. You have a job. Do it. He moved slowly. Almost not daring to move every movement was slow and studies. He slid down the wall and stood on shaking legs still holding the case in a death grip. He was there. He was alive. He was safe. No one's after him. He blinked slowly focusing his eyes and whipping sweat from his brow.<br/><br/>He started walking slowly down the alley. When he got out onto the open street he was still jumpy and shaken up, but he didn't see anyone. He was clear all the way. Still he didn't take a chance. Tucking the case safely under his arm he took the buildings. Going up and then along them away from prying eyes. He moved through the shadows like a shadow himself. His dark skin and his beast helping him to keep hidden even from those looking up.<br/><br/>By the time he reached Desmond's building unaware of what had gone on in the club, he was his normal self once more. If a little bit more pale and shaky. He rose onto the ledge and noticed both Desmond and Jason there. He nodded to Jason and held out the case to Desmond. Sitting on the ledge with a small smile on his lips, even though his eyes darted around looking for threats and his body was tense and ready. It was evident that Nate wasn't used to this level of danger and that he wasn't at ease with it. He was a chameleon. Hiding in plain site and blending in. That's how he worked best. As a shadow unseen.