The sound of a gunshot gets his attention more than anything else. Nate finds himself instantly on alert, pistol already drawn as he wordlessly slips out of the little tent he had been browsing in. He does his best to keep it hidden to keep from startling any of the natives as he moves, most of which are already spooked enough to be moving away from the source. Convenient, that it leads him right to the crime scene.

Well. Almost.

"Chloe--" Nate calls out, immediately glancing around for the source of aggression. Nothing. Judging by her posture and the fact that her defender isn't drawn... "What the hell was that?"