[After that fall? Doubtful it managed to survive anything at all. But Nate won't look a gift camera in the mouth and he scoots closer to get a better look at it as Elena snaps the viewing screen open.
Nate is almost instantly transported back to the steam-heat of Panama, a younger version of himself talking animatedly as he pries the lead-lined coffin open. He was a little less muscular, then. A little more of an asshole.]
Jesus. Talk about a blast from the past. [Elena's footage catches his unadulterated glee upon withdrawing the journal.] How much of this is there on this thing?
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Nate is almost instantly transported back to the steam-heat of Panama, a younger version of himself talking animatedly as he pries the lead-lined coffin open. He was a little less muscular, then. A little more of an asshole.]
Jesus. Talk about a blast from the past. [Elena's footage catches his unadulterated glee upon withdrawing the journal.] How much of this is there on this thing?