Ah. A bitter survivor. You didn't see any of those around. He withheld the urge to tell the man that his act was being copied by half of the people still walking around out there but he resisted. Lukas wasn't totally exempt from that statistic on his better days anyways. The man dismissed his comment on action before thinking and he shook his head, "Tactics are one thing... but I've seen too many "thinkers" gettin' their skulls cracked open by the infected. To each their own though. It's kept you alive so far."
He felt his eyebrows arch up of their own accord at the sharp response to his thank you and he shook his head. "So you're immune hm? Helluva promotion you got volunteered for. Don't think you're the only ones risking yourselves out there... there are some nons still out there and giving 'em hell." He'd met more than his share along the road. Usually working with immunes. Though some were like him and preferred to go on their way solo. "If you're so sore about kicking around still, you can always use my pistol. I'll volunteer it... Wouldn't want anyone taking up resources who didn't still really want to be here."
Perhaps that was uncalled for. Lukas couldn't help himself some times. He was tired and sore and hungry and the last thing he wanted to deal with was some asshole who didn't have to worry about being bitten and was crying about it. Short of being torn to pieces he was pretty set to go. Lukas? Just one bite and who knows... Did this jerk think he was covered from head to toe because it was cold out? Fuck no.
The man started off in the direction of the safe house and Lukas was tempted to tell him to shove off and that he didn't want an escort. Which he didn't. Directions would have been fine... but the guy was already walking in that direction and it would be childish of him to wait here until the guy was out of sight just to continue towards the same place. So he fell in to step beside the guy, hand relaxed around his pistol in case of trouble.
He probably shouldn't have bothered but he needed information and there may have been a chance that the guy had seen him. Lukas chewed on his lip for a moment while he fought with the idea, not really wanting to ask this guy for anything. If his info finds Gabe it's worth it... Grudgingly he turned to look at the other man, "Shot in the dark but you haven't seen a guy about ye high," he held his hand up to his shoulder, "running around with dark hair and dark eyes. About 23. His name is Gabriel Drake, goes by Gabe sometimes... He'd be a southerner like myself."