Nate would have clearly shown genuine gratitude in Isaac's gesture, had he been given the chance. He wouldn't have blamed him for jerking away, either; if their situations were reversed, it was probably pretty likely Nate would be wary, too. But that was assuming that Nate was of clearheaded persuasion, which he definitely was not.

He hazily watched Isaac approach, his mouth open to say something defeatist and sarcastic, but Isaac snatched it right out of his throat when he caught sight of him jerking back. Nate was an untouchable, apparently. His eyes studied Isaac's face, searching for some sort of unspoken answer, but he found none. His ability to read people was off its game, predictably. All Nate could see was someone disgusted or fearful.

"...I see," Nate croaked roughly, stumbling backwards in an attempt to put distance between them. It was embarrassing, being so helpless, but Nate was stubborn, too. He managed to grasp onto a wall clumsily while he caught his breath. Sweat was starting to run down his face and he was markedly paler than he had been. "This isn't the Ishimura, is it..." His voice was soft, as if he was speaking to someone that wasn't there.