Nathan hadn't realized he hadn't said his name yet. He must have just been â€œThis Guyâ€ for the last hour. This didn't bother him. â€œOh, I'm Nathan. Are Rainie and, um, A.J. Nicknames?â€  he asked while rubbing himself down with the towel. Then, tossing it onto the window ledge, he walked to the dresser and leaned his shotgun and bag against the wall. â€œI can give you something to wear, tooâ€ he offered, rummaging through his bag for some box tape.â€ It won't fit, the guy that lived here was more than a bit overweight, I think, but  it'll be more comfortable to rest in.â€ he frowned to himself for a second. â€œHmm, kinda wishing I<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>grabbed that little space heater now....â€ would have made drying their clothes possible. Not that they wouldn't have just gotten soaked again the moment they headed out. This rain wasn't likely to stop through the night.<br/><br/>Finding the tape, Nate grabbed a long sleeve shirt from the dresser, next, and flopped onto the floor, back to the drawers. He'd grabbed it from a car the day before because it fit and the material felt comfortable. At least clothing wasn't in short supply these days. Sure, sometimes you had to pull it off a rotting corpse, but you could always wash it a few dozen times. Clothes lasted years; decades, if it wasn't being worn. This young engineer had another full pair of clean clothes in  his bag. They fit perfectly and doubled as packing material.<br/><br/>Now he sat and wrapped the box tape around his right shoulder. It should keep the bandaging dry a little better in the rain, and sooth his paranoia about contamination in open wounds. In the process, he continually glanced up to check on his guests. He wished they would like a little more relaxed. Admittedly, the moans and screeches drifting up through the window were a bit unnerving, but their fidgeting was causing Nathan more worry. At least he could get a better look at the boy, A.J., now. He looked a lot like the girl, but the light showed a few differences that Nathan couldn't see before. Like the eyes. His looked like they hadn't been calm in a long time. A sort of haunted cast was set to them, the kind you get from growing up far too fast. The kind that a very unpredictable and dangerous man might have. The kind Nathan really didn't like to be around without lots of witnesses and absolutely nothing metal.<span style="font-style: italic">Dammit.</span>