Nash whistled The Way I Loved You as he walked down the opening stairs of the Hawthorne House, grabbing something for his small, little energetic dog, Tiramisu as she ran fast beside him. That's when he finally saw someone he hadn't before and he had the staff memorized.

"And who are you supposed to be, Sweetheart? I'm not trying to buy whatever you're selling." He says to you, his thick Texan accent smooth and slow. Nash's eyes widen for a second as he whistles low, taking a quick step to grab Tiramisu from jumping up on your legs.