He was relieved by the topic and immediately shook his head. "Not planned. Things tend to be unplanned - a tip-off or a new case can't be predicted." Unless he got a call, he'd pop in at nine and ask to go through the records again. Nothing had shown up on Jean Valjean in awhile, making Luther uneasy. The idea that he'd already left the city disturbed him - he'd have to follow of course, but there was the state of Bellum to consider as well as finally being back in the work-force.
"We can take our time," Luther suggested, glancing at her. "It's not that late, considering." Besides the speed they were at would allow him to attempt to hide his limp from her. There was a moment or two of silence, before he forced himself to say, "I didn't intend to make things ...difficult in there." Directly adressing their awkwardness wasn't the best move, but Luther wasn't sure if he could leave it between them. Sometimes an occasion called for bluntness.