The smallest things really do make him seem pleased. Because happy is the wrong word. Definitely, for Nathan Wournos, who still needs to learn to smile when he's ribbing someone. So that at least certain people can even begin to tell when he's being serious and when he's just being an attempt at a stoic funny boy.

Not that certain people mind the challenge any more than that barely there, wrinkle, that might have been something in his face for a second there, but might not have been, now that it was gone and he was distracted in the appeared plate. Because they did appear. A stack of pancakes and a container of syrup. The kind that makes her think of retro diners.

Huh. Double huh, she supposed, at this point. Especially since Miss Kate had said it made anything not alive or a weapon.

Audrey lifted her drink carefully to her lips, even as her eyes went from Nathan asking more questions toward Kate as he was asking them. They were questions worth knowing. She wanted to know about this security group more, already, too. But she could taste her martini and wait for that next round of answers first.


Or, give a surprised mmm mumbled, with a relaxed press to her shoulders, in delight at how good the martini was.