"The arcane does have its place. I'd be curious to know how you manage it so with regards to your coat." Nathanial took the hand, grip firm but polite. Confident. "Nathanial, just general crew I believe." Besides just his coloring--but really who was Nathanial to judge?--there was something odd about Soma. At least that's what Nathanial's instincts were telling him. But they were meant to be crew, so likely allies at the very least.