Nathan gave an indifferent "Nice to see you too Margara" without any malice intended. He didn't have anything against her decision of not sitting next to him, being the Vessel of Rage did have its (many) drawbacks. Relaxing once again, Nathan's thoughts drifted back to the mission and an uneasy feeling wormed its way into his gut as his anxieties made themselves known. They were all the same. What if I hurt someone, what if I go too far, what if Alaska happened all over again? Letting his head fall back, Nathan let the anxieties run their course. Soon enough he got over it, packing them away until they inevitably popped up again. 

At Jacks suggestion of not splitting up, Nathan said "I'd have no problem with splitting up, we'd be able to cover more ground that way." Either way, Nathan didn't care. Just as long as they got the target then he would call it a good day. However the itching in his scars would point to the opposite of a good day and no matter how much he willed it to be, the scars never lied. Hopefully they would for just this once. Pulling his mask up a bit, Nathan tilted his head back and water falled from the bottle he carried with him. When he was done, Nathan nudged Linn and asked if she wanted any. Nathan wasn't totally clear on how her power worked, maybe she needed water in her body to do her thing? Any way a little hydration never hurt anybody.