"As I mentioned, my manners are getting a little rusty. Hard times and all that..." Lukas said, though somewhat unapologetically if the shrug of his shoulders indicated anything. Lukas had never really cared much about what complete strangers thought about him and he wasn't about to start now. He could admit that the comment may have been slightly out of line. Then again, a little out of line seemed perfectly normal now a days. No matter, Lukas thought after a moment, continuing to keep pace along beside the other man.
His mind drifted again for a moment as he thought about the supplies that usually went along with staying in a safe house. He'd get something resembling food... a shower... to be able to sleep somewhat securely. It seemed too much like a dream after the last week he'd experienced. With big cities came more infected and Lukas was exhausted. He must have killed at least 30 over the last week and that was being careful.
The man pointed out that his attempt at apologizing was terrible and he shrugged once more. "So I've been told," he replied in a hard voice. Isabella had told him that a few times and he didn't really like to be reminded of her. A mere mention of something familiar triggered a memory of their last fight and he felt his chest constrict uncomfortably. It had been over something stupid like being late for dinner or forgetting to call or something... Lukas couldn't help but frown over the fact that he couldn't remember. He might not have wanted to remember but he didn't want to forget either. He was already starting to forget their faces little by little, the small details anyways...
Once more the man looked surprised by his interest but responded none the less. Lukas nodded in understanding. He might have become slightly closed off from other human emotions but sympathy for missing family members was something he was still far too familiar with. He claimed he wasn't missing anyone but there was something he was withholding. Lukas had learned long ago when to tell if people were lying (or close to it) from all the interviewing he'd done back as a police officer. The man might not have been lying but he was definitely concealing something. Lukas wasn't sure he could fault him for that. Lot of folks were pretty secretive now. Too many horrors in their pasts to want to bring it up in conversation. There wasn't a soul alive that Lukas had told about Isa or his family.
A noise from the side had Lukas aiming his pistol at the disturbance. His eyes narrowed momentarily at the darkening alley, waiting to see what had made the noise. To his relief, a fat but patchy rat ran out from behind a trash can and in to a destroyed building. He lowered his pistol but kept his ears trained for any further indications of movement. "My name is Lukas by the way. Lukas Drake. You go by anything in particular?" he inquired quietly as they kept walking towards the safe house.