Nate shakes off the stunned feeling, wondering at the slow sickness that seems to be flowing over him.  Apparently his bend light trick has failed, seeing as he is being the center of Tatiana's rant at the man she is with.  Looking over at his twin, Nate rolls to his feet, being mirrored my Nate.  "Anyone get the number of the train that hit me, or know where I can get a couple good suits?"