Audrey really can't not notice Nathan doing that. It's still a little impossible to reconcile Nathan, angrily burning his skin and shoving her and needing to be tazered because he was trying to kill Duke instead of just implying he'd like that to happen, with the quiet, stoic, tall as a mountain, Nathan Wournos, at his desk earlier, at her side now.

But that doesn't make it any less having happened either. Like she said. Haven, Maine and The Troubles: anything but normal.

Apparently all in line with the odd and baffling things the -- cowgirl? bandit? -- is saying about Milliways and time in it.

It doesn't mean though that she isn't possessed of a rather strong wave of protectiveness when he's doing that. Rubbing at his arm, and commenting quieter to her. When she knows he can't feel it. Might not even be able to tell he's doing it. When she still doesn't know if it's a tic or a choice. Where that delineates, and whether it even matters when she just wants to reach out her hand and lay it over his. Let him know, even without a word, it wasn't his fault. Like she has any right to.

Audrey can take the next one, though, and step toward her. At least eliminate one more thing. "You got a name?"
It would be nice to stop referring to her by her clothes, and costume. It's not a trust, but it's a step at least.