Lukas rolled his eyes a little at the expected sharp reply he'd gotten. He'd met some cold people in his time, but this guy really did take the cake. He was all for being indifferent and not wanting to speak to strangers, but he seemed to enjoy being rude and intolerant. Suddenly Lukas was wishing he'd been childish after all and waited for the guy to leave before heading out to the safe house on his own. He didn't need this crap.
The guy pounced on a shuffler before stomping his head to pieces and Lukas grimaced. He'd seen cleaner kills. Then again, when it came to you and the infected it didn't matter how you finally ended them as long as they stayed that way. He'd gotten used to the death and the killing but it still bothered him to kill women and children. Even if they were infected... it didn't get easier.
A name at last. Didn't sound particularly french like his accent that stood out so prominently. Then again it seemed that nothing about this guy fit the usual bill. He expected the rude comments were a defense mechanism to keep people at a distance. If you never got close to anyone then you didn't have to worry about them getting killed right? It was a good plan, except the lack of human interaction eventually drove those kind of people crazy.
Lukas had run out of things to say to this guy and he hoped the safe house was coming up soon. Where he would normally try to make small talk to make the journey go faster, he didn't feel inclined to try with this one. Anything he said would probably get shot down anyways so what was the point. He'd gotten all the information he would need from him anyways. No sign of his brother. A safe house. And his name. That's all he really cared to know.