He nods, seemingly pleased to learn of this connection and letting the socially awkward elements of Nate's persona loosen a little at the prospect of some shared familiarity. "Chemistry."

That's a subject he can thoroughly bullshit, at least. But Jason doesn't really want to answer more questions for Nate. There won't be any opportunity to ask the questions he really wants to know, but casual conversation might yield something like her age.

"Did you just start...?" The direction of his eyes moves just noticeably upward and to the left, where people sometimes look when they try to remember things. Nate is something of an open book, after all.