Nate walks forwards into the cozy, warm hotel room.

For as screwed as the world is outside... The room is a decent one. A sort of... Seaside-fishing aesthetic to it with the nets and the such...

Nick gently shuts the door behind himself, watching the door click softly. His lit-up eyes trailing to Nate as he had begun to slowly pull off the metal plating, the metal armour he had walked in with.