Beth knows what kind of man he is, knows the kind of things he'd done back home, the kind of life he'd carved out for himself. She must know that he wasn't in that building for legitimate reasons, but it's a blessed relief that she doesn't ask any questions about it. He's not necessarily planning on hiding it from her; he trusts Beth more than almost anyone in this city, and he knows it's not like she'd go and rat them out. But this isn't his gig, his score, and he knows Chloe wouldn't want anyone else to know.

She'd been pissed enough when he'd told Coop, and Coop is one of them.

Beth reaches for his hand and Nate follows automatically, letting her lead him to a chair and then sinking down onto it. His limbs hurt, he's only just beginning to be aware of it. He sprawls in the chair, tips his head back against the wall and tries to let all of the worry and tension and exhaustion bleed out of him. It's not going to work, not until he hears that Chloe is okay, but he tries.

"Barely," he admits, and shakes his head. It had been too close, far too close for comfort, and for a minute he'd worried that he wasn't going to get either of them out. He should have convinced her to leave earlier, long before the fire got bad, before the floor collapsed. They've been in bad situations before, but they've never cut things that close. "We're usually more careful, but this... It was bad, Beth."