"Ehhh...I was scrawny when I was fifteen, I guess."

He concedes with a shrug, and maybe the stereotype exists for a reason. People usually think of thieves as waifish street rats stealing from market vendors and scrambling across the rooftop. It's a fairly accurate description to a Nathan Drake from twenty years ago. All the climbing and fighting ended up building significant muscle mass.

She feeds him a difficult question to answer, however, and Nate sucks air between his teeth as he mulls it over. It's hard to pick a favorite, particularly when his work consists of a combination of theft, exploration, research, and discovery. He settles for the most recent one.

"Not sure I've got a favorite, but I did have a job just before I showed up here. Upscale black market auction. Infiltration and, uh," Nate huffs a laugh. "Acquisition."