Unlike some of the others, Nathan was pretty relaxed. This wouldn't be his first fight, since that would inevitably happen, and he knew that he wasn't the smartest. In the end, Nathan knew that it would either be Linn or Press who figured where the target was. Nathan was just here to put them down. Turning his neck from side to side, giving pops from each turn, Nathan began to check on the gauntlets that Sanctum had made for him. They were tough, sturdy, and packed one hell of a punch. As he inspected the gauntlets, Nathan idly scratched at his back. The new sedative pump was much better than the old one, instead of making him loopy they just calmed him down.

Nathan dug through his pack for a bit before finding what he was looking for, his mask. The mask was from before the Alaska incident, it was a miracle it survived. It was a little slagged on one side and scorch marks covered the mask, but it was still there. Turning the mask around in his hands, Nathan pulled it over his head and strapped it in place. Tossing his gaze over to Linn, Nathan said "Hey Linn, can I see those notes you got on the target? I just need to get a better idea of what were are going against." As he waited his answer, Nathan began to check the straps on his boots. There was nothing more embarrassing than tripping in a fight.