Lucian was walking around town, finally making an appearance in what some called the 'present' time. It was the past for him. Period. Which was precisely why he wanted to go and mess things up. It was what he did. Especially when it came to sending people through time and space to step on Harkness's toes. Nothing made him feel better than that. Well, maybe a few things did, but that was beside the point.
Turning the corner, he noticed a man in a sweat jacket making his way up the street, headphones in his ears. Something about him was off, as he didn't look too relaxed. Stress, yes that was probably it. Stressed with what? Lucian didn't know, nor did he care. But the man was alone, no one was around, and he didn't seem to be paying attention to much. What did that mean to Lucian? Play time.
Lucian lowered his head slightly, watching the man as they walked and lessened the distance between them. His hand went into the pocket of his long coat, searching for his precious blade.