Well, that wasn't a reaction he expected, especially since he hadn't really directed the question Isaac's way in the first place. He looked confused, then it sort of clicked: this guy probably heard about what went down on the ship. It was too personal of a reaction to be just a flat out rejection. "--Wait,"

Nate was in absolutely no shape to be chasing people around, but he made the effort regardless. Pushing from the wall, he stumbled and swayed for a few steps before managing a semi-straight line towards Isaac's quicker pace. It was difficult, it hurt all over, and he was certain he'd faint eventually, but he needed at least some more context before he made a bed on the floor. The voices in his head were starting up again, hissing dissonance and chiding Nate for behaving the way he was. "S-stop." That wasn't exactly directed at Isaac, either, but he'd probably take it that way.

"I... I need... I need my friends. I need to know if they're okay," His voice strained and started to pick up in volume, and with it, stress and panic. His chest was tight. This guy couldn't just leave him like this, right?! He was dying, for shit's sake! "We were headed towards the Sprawl, I passed out on the pod and woke up here. Please, I need--" Nate sucked in a breath and knocked right into a wall, unable to force his legs further along. "I won't... forgive myself. I have to find them."