If there's one thing Nick is good at, it's knowing his odds. Odds are, if it gets back to the Capitol that he's standing around smooching Rebels and helping kill people on "his" side, he probably won't be around to do it much longer.

He glances toward the storefront and nods slowly, taking a step back and picking his helmet back up. "It's a date." He says with a smirk, sliding the helmet back on over his head so he can go back to blending it. "Guess I'll go look like I'm doing something."

And with that, he wanders off and makes a round before he winds back to that storefront she mentioned. There's a small twist of fear in his gut, wondering if he'll come back and find her dead or if he let her go and now he'll never see her again. He swallows it down and steps through the large hole in the broken glass, padding into the store to look around for her.