[color=lightblue]"Yeah, probably. I dunno."[/color] Nate shrugged and looked around, kneeling down and looking under the bed. Finding the cap spinning lazily, he reached underneath and snatched it up. Standing with an amused half-grin, Nate handed the cap to Mandie, a woman that in a very short period of time became his favorite person on the ship. [color=lightblue]"Here's your thing. You know, that can looks pretty old. You might want to get a new one so it won't explode."[/color] Nate's grin persisted as he sat on the bed and opened his guitar case, pulling it out and strumming a chord.

Wonder if they like music?

Nate looked over at the suffering Mandie: [color=lightblue]"What's your name? What'd'they call you?"[/color] Nate started to tune the guitar with an app on his phone, wanting to make sure that it sounded perfect and not trusting his ear to do so. A few of the strings were rusting at the edges, paying homage to the age of the instrument--which indeed LOOKED very old, with its faded wood paneling. Nate looked up again and grinned at her: [color=lightblue]"I'm Nate Sheffield. They might not've told you."[/color]