Dealing with Tegan in 108 had been on his list of priorities after the moon, but Luther had found himself distracted by things in-between. There had been dealing with the lack of sleep, Joanie, and the mess Javert had made - then of course Nina which had left him restless and taking more walks than necessary. A potential crime was pushed off for once in his life, selfishly as he tried to get his mind back to where it was supposed to be. Things were supposed to be straightforward: a criminal was a criminal. This shouldn't be thrown up in the air because of the Fables.
Not that he wanted more criminals running about; to know that there were people who didn't resemble their fables was a relief. It simply didn't change what should be done to those with criminal fables. They shouldn't walk free - the wrongs needed to be righted. It wasn't only Javert that believed that. Luther entirely did so as well.
He found himself outside of 106 on an afternoon that was lighter than he would have liked. The fact that he'd had to force himself down there was disturbing - as was the fact that no one answered when he rapped on the door. His arms crossed in front of him, waiting for five minutes or so until he decided to try again at another time. Turning away from the door and heading to the stairs - he caught sight of the young woman and the child. A grimace crossed his face as he paused, a few steps away from 106. He remained standing, quietly and attempting to not look threatening - he didn't have his cane and any weapons he had were concealed. He didn't want to scare her off after all - even if he wasn't sure what his intent was.