[ Nate nods along thoughtfully, because honestly, he hadn't gotten to the part where he should think about space travel as difficult. They're already in another world, and while he doesn't have a chit to call in with Morningstar he could always ask Gaby her thoughts on facilitating that kind of trip without having to pay a literal arm and a leg.
One ankle hooked up over his opposite knee, fingers drumming his thigh in nervous energy, Nate searches the empty air in front of him for a moment as what Lance says clicks.
A slow smile creeps across his face, the distinctive air of you sly dog making itself known when he eyes him. Accusatory, but only in the nicest of ways: ]
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Date: 2020-12-03 10:32 pm (UTC)One ankle hooked up over his opposite knee, fingers drumming his thigh in nervous energy, Nate searches the empty air in front of him for a moment as what Lance says clicks.
A slow smile creeps across his face, the distinctive air of you sly dog making itself known when he eyes him. Accusatory, but only in the nicest of ways: ]
...you think there's a gate.