The way her gaze stays on him, it's very much more amused than chagrined, like she should have guessed. Score one point around here, and it was bound to tell you in the next second what you didn't do quite right in some other arena. There's that feeling like it's to be expected around these parts. This room. The city.

Even more, than it's being done on purpose, at this very second.
With the rough edge of something lighter in Nathan that hasn't seen enough air.

(And, what is it that gives her the feeling that's true, and not just true, but unwaveringly so?)

Still. It's just a car. And it's just a few spaces. At the end of a day. "So?"