"..." Nate's face clearly displayed his own level of distrust, as well. It was a sudden and abrupt turn around in attitude, especially without explanation. But, it was needed medicine; Nate wouldn't make it much further without a boost.

"...Thank you." His voice was soft in volume, but rough in cadence. As though he was fighting the urge to yell or cry or scream. All were valid reactions, as far as Nate was concerned. The whispers didn't agree.

Nate fumbled with the medkit, shakily waiting for it to properly enter his blood stream. It didn't take long, thankfully, and the blinking red soon faded into a steady orange, then yellow. It was almost like he had gotten a nap in, with the mere difference in energy level from a moment ago to the present. "Fuck..."

Nate inhaled sharply. He regarded his own nudity then, with a lack of shame but more with confused curiosity. "Last time I was in one of those pods I didn't think I'd get out." He said, distantly. Like it was almost a fond memory in comparison to their current situation.