[ Taking the bread, he rummaged about in lower cabinets, obviously still getting used to the space, before surfacing with a cutting board and a knife.

Distracting himself with the simple act of cutting the bread -seriously he didn't need to be slicing it on a bias but he was fidgeting- he spun the knife handle in his hand a couple of times. ]

The first time, we witnessed young bahari just ... take off, less than half of them came back alive.

[ He looked up at her and then seemed to consciously force himself to stop fidgeting with the knife and just cut the damn bread. It really was ridiculous to stand there and try to discuss vegetables, when they both knew what was on his mind. ]

And he didn't have the best start to begin with. [ He paused as he finished with the bread and set the knife down. Then he looked back up at her and this time his eyes stayed focused. ]

For what little comfort it might be, Nate couldn't be better at what he does.