Stall for time

"I-I-I'm S-S-S-Sor-r-r-ry..." responded Nate. He didn't have to fake a stuttering or meek voice, it just came naturally. "Can you get me like a towel or something? I''m freezing my balls of here."

"Sure," the employee said. He walked over to a cabinet and opened it, pulling a towel off the top shelf. Meanwhile, Nate walked, one step at a time, towards a chair and sat down in it. The man walked over to him and handed him the towel, which Nate put over his shoulders. He sat there for a minute drying to dry himself off and warm up, but he was also trying to think of an excuse to give when the employee’s patience ran out and he had to explain himself. It is really hard to justify a situation like the one he has found himself in front of this man. Then again, he could make anything he said believable to this guy. In fact, he didn’t even need to do that. He could make anyone do anything no matter their opinion. Once more Nate was faced with the same dilemma: the ability to do potentially anything, stumped only by his inability to decide.