Rafe had always been of the mindset that when you work with people you keep your end of things. Put in you part and everything works out. If you don't then you're not worth his time or money. Aka Vargas. Couldn't follow simple instructions and tried to extort him for more money. He deserved that shiv between his ribs.

But it seemed everyone he worked with either wasted his goddamn time or betrayed him so he was entirely done with trust or expecting anyone to follow through. Not worth the trouble or stress. Yet he won't waste the opportunity to make acquaintances with someone who clearly hates a Drake. He's smiling as well behind his makeshift nose/mouth cover as he takes the offered hand, stepping around the dead and now pantsless body.

"Rafe Adler. It's a pleasure." And Harry Flynn, he knew of the name, heard it through contacts and such, never bumped shoulders with him though. So which adventure of Nate's did he belong to?

"So you took a bullet cause of his meddling, huh?"