As Stitches went down the fire escape, Nathan took a second to appreciate superhuman durability before getting an affirmative from Lamorak. Within that, Nathan just cracked his knuckles as he awaited Stitches' arrival. After about a second or two, Stitches latched herself onto his arm and said [i]"So, big boy, who are you gunna beat up for me first?"[/i] in a voice that made Nathans eyebrow rise, among other things. Giving Stitches a once over, Nathan couldn't help but fall under the hormonal teenager stereotype if not for once in his life. Giving a smirk underneath his mask, Nathan couldn't help but take a stroll through memory lane to one of the few times Stitches wasn't wearing baggy pants. What could he say, Nathan was a leg man and Stitches definitely checked off on that list. 

Giving a little laugh, Nathan said, "How scandalous miss Stitches, at least take a guy out for dinner first." His mirth didn't stop there as the pair began to head over to The Pit, Nathan talking on the way. "Preferably I would like to pound our good friend Mr. Jack into the dirt but alas, I do believe that would be frowned upon by our superiors. So I guess I'll just have to do with turning the champion of The Pit into paste."

As the pair walked nonchalantly down the crummy path, Nathan was on constant alert through his jovial manner. In all truth Nathan hated what he was about to do, the fights always did bring out the worst in him. Darting his vision around, Nathan noticed a silhouette or two making themselves scarce from across the street as soon as the duo came into view. It could have been nothing, but it could have been something. In this part of town, who knew. However he decided to call it in, "Lamorak this is Vulcan, I've got some people tailing us. It could just be some thugs but I'll keep an eye out for anything odd, keep you posted." 

From the looks of it, this place was already getting to him, in a low voice Nathan said "I could use a drink." before a deep sigh escaped his lips.