[Nathan stands wavering on his feet. A beer bottle is clutched tightly in his hand. He scans over the plane before scowling.]

Hey! Fuckers! Who the- who the fuck took my dagger?

[His speech is slurred, he's very clearly drunk. Hell, he stumbles even just standing there, almost losing his balance.]

Just fucking... noticed it was. It was missing.

[True. With the dagger gone, it's influence had wavered, and it just slipped his mind until suddenly, it dawned on him. It was gone. And he wanted it back.]