Nate considered it and the questioner for a moment. Usually when Nate mentioned his work, older men would huff about some point of legal nuance, and older ladies would try matchmaking him with eligible daughters or nieces. Questions from shy fisher-lasses were more of a rarity. This lass, though young, was blossoming and would probably be breaking some fisherlad's heart soon enough. Nate could usually be swayed by a pretty face.

"Of course. What is yer question?" Nate's polished accent slipped just enough to betray his local roots.