Nate had the same issues, atop his more unique afflictions. Stickiness, frozen to the bone, a marked inability to move from the spot he had came to. Granted, this other fellow clearly had an upper hand on Nate as far as mere distance traveled; Nate had barely made it three feet from his personal little sludge tube before his knees decided they had enough.

By the time Isaac's presence had been registered by Nate, he had moved from an awkward crouch to a far less pitiful stance of hunched over on his knees, left hand pressed firmly against the floor. Supporting his entire weight was a difficult task, especially given how slick the floor was and how weak Nate had become, but he managed... Taking a deep, shaky breath, he looked up to see this stranger, his eyes fighting to focus. Why was he staring at him like that...

"...What's the matter? Haven't seen a naked man before?" Ahahah... okay, he had a little bite left in him, but if this guy decided to poke fun at his condition, that shaky neutral state could quickly turn aggressive. He didn't have time to screw around, after all.