"It is a pleasure Mr. Williams to meet a respectable person of your decree in such a dire time. I am Nathan, Nathan Thumberstock." 

Nathan slowly reached for the big man's hand, it felt hot and sweat. It felt like Russia and India, he shook it firmly nonetheless. Hector had managed to tidy up a gizmo, a basic sling, to hold his fracture arm in place. Nathan tried hard not spurt a twig from his nose or a bark from his chest, he tried hard to forget the talking creature. Forget his being as some sort of avatar for a goddess of vengeance, forget this so called Venora. In the company of Hector, it felt like normal times again, regardless of the shifted geography all around. 

"I was at the charity alright, I don't make a habit of accepting Pierre's every invitation, but I decided Yellowstone was a good breather. I was shot off from here, in a manner that don't really needs explanation, into some god awful swamp. There seems to be a lot of deaths, I doubt there is a scarcity in survivors"

Nathan walked away, gestured Hector to follow him, he explained that he needed to reach a communication device. Perhaps there are still intact Helicopters left in one of his numerous oil rigs. 

"I will see if I can't get a 'copter and just fly off from this mess, there is certainly a room for a respectable peer. Unless you are willing to stay here."