Lukas was just wishing he'd been more personable at the last safe-house and gotten information on the safe-houses in the downtown area when a noise to his left brought his attention abruptly back to the present. He'd barely gotten his pistol up when a throwing knife impaled the bugger right in the head. It was swiftly followed up by a thin, slightly scruffy looking man who finished the infected off nicely.
He gave an appreciative nod to the dismembering he'd just seen and gave the other man a grim smile, "Can't say anyone ever accused me of goin' and doin' a thing like thinking... 'specially out here." His southern accent came out in sharp contrast to the smooth french one the other seemed to have. "No time to think. You either react or you're dead, but then you look like a man that I don't need to be explaining this to."
Continuing to look around at last yielded something as Lukas spotted a subtle sign indicating the direction of a safe-house. He wondered how he'd missed it the first time but then he'd been thinking about removing heads. Turning back to the other man he considered him carefully. He looked a little bit on the shabby side but somewhat clean which meant he'd been to a safe-house more recently than Lukas had. Might be nice to have some direction from someone instead of trying to stubbornly make his own way like he was prone to do.
He grumbled out some gratitude after a moment, "Suppose I should be thanking you for your assistance. You'll forgive my manners... they're getting a little rusty." Which wasn't a lie. His last safe-house may have been a week ago but before that he'd spent 2 months of not seeing a human who wasn't infected. His people skills (and they weren't that great to begin with) were going down the tubes. It pained him to do it but the longer they spoke the darker it got and he would literally kill for a shower. And so he sucked up his pride, "You wouldn't happen to know where I could find a safe house to spend the night would you?"