The sound seemed to echo off the walls of the infirmary as though amplified to a level that didn't seem possible. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
A pair of doctors rolled their eyes at the seemingly neverending sound. It grated on their nerves. That of course was it's desired purpose. Nate had never liked doctors...Well, maybe one...But for the most part he hated them. Always poking and prodding. It was annoying. The doctors definitely thought the same about him.

Now reclining in a needlessly uncomfortable chair with his feet propped up on the bed beside him, Nate continued to crunch the Doritos between his teeth with as much sound as possible. He had made sure to bring a big ol' bag too, just to prolong the torture. Of course the sound wasn't aimed entirely at the docs. The unconscious ass in the bed was his main target. Nate, now changed into his street gear, popped another Dorito into his mouth as he eyeballed Eli. He tilted his head slightly to the side and squinted before coming to the conclusion that, no, he in fact did not have psychic powers. Not if his attempt to psychically wake Eli was any kind of proof. Well that was disappointing.

He instead turned his attention back to the pair of doctors who had been assigned to watch over the good Mr Craigh and after a brief staredown, popped another Dorito between his teeth.

Crunch. 

[@AcerRo]