Nate rarely strayed from the Habitation deck or the Hydroponics section of The Nexus. Aside from work his life mostly revolved around holing up in his room and just pouring over holotapes brimming with information about their new galaxy. The great big step into a new galaxy left him with not much to do beyond the natural curiosity that came along with it. Sammy had a lot more to do, protecting them from all of those threats that their species was dealing with. The Kett were apparently their largest of those threats, but then again mentions of the Roekaar were scattered about mingling with that threat.
Aside from connections with Sam and Adam, he didn’t have too many people to form some manner of social interaction. Still he managed to get connections with someone that was known for being able to get things done. Luckily Adam had connections, these connections being able to help him to some degree. Hence why he had emerged from the habitation deck, dressed up in the normal Initiative white with a brown leather jacket with the alliance symbol emblazoned upon the left breast. Meeting with someone he didn’t know made him want some manner of comfort, which was where the jacket came.
The hums of engines and people going about their lives permeated the air about him. Picking out the spot for their meeting was the tough part, but it eventually came to be a small deck that his brother tended to use. Just not today of course, now that would have impeded Axios from landing. Until anyone showed up however he was relegated to reading over a few reports on his omni-tool, moving through them with little gliding gestures of the hand. Old notes about fauna teams had gathered on their incursions, but they were nothing he hadn’t looked over dozens of time. Meaningless data that his brain had consumed and categorized into neat little folders.
Samples from this planet by the name of Havarl, now they would be new information and information that his mind wanted to take in. Insatiable curiosity was perhaps one of the few things that shined within him the brightest. Aside from a crippling lack of social skills. Not that he ever bothered to sharpen them in the first place, when there were far more important things to do than learn the basics of small talk. Considering his mentor had been a Salarian as odd as he was, well that lack of real interaction was even more apparent in hindsight.
being lost within thought would not be a permanent thing for him as a ship dipped in through the out fields, creating a small current of air that mussed his hair up as it settled down onto the landing pad. Nathaniel didn’t get up from his spot, instead still sitting on the small create and waiting for the person piloting to present themselves in whatever manner they saw fit. Anxiety bubbled up within his chest, keeping him from doing anything else expect watch.