The doors opened into the shade--it was a very short hallway, with doors to what looked like offices on either side. At the end was another set of doors, opened back into the sunlight again and the little courtyard sprawled beneath it. Still, probably not the wide-open hall with rows of pews one might expect. (Truly, Lucian had always had gripes about that parking lot being in the wrong spot--too many people mistook the back doors for the front, and vice versa. But, as much as he wanted them to, parking lots did not magically move themselves.) Anyone walking through there would be greeted by darkness first and then eventually the smell of sweet greenery and... tobacco?
Meanwhile, Lucian's attention flicked on once again as he heard the heavy doors open and the sound of feet scuffling across the tile. His head tipped upward as he spotted someone wandering through the administration end of the church. Looking through those dark shades weren't helping much, but he could at least still see the figure sort of amble in aimlessly, as framed by the second set of open doors spilling into the courtyard.
Odd, he mused as he chewed thoughtfully on the end of his cigarette. Laity didn't usually come through that door. Appointments would use that one, maybe, but he didn't have anything scheduled this morning (er, wait, did he? no, no). Well, Lucian knew the deacons were already here. He could hear them through the open doors to either side behind him, buzzing around the temple proper and frantically trying to locate him, which--hah.
But that left him exactly where he had started--he had no idea who this slightly bewilered-looking person was. Woman, he discovered after a second glance, one done over the rims of his glasses. Just to make sure he wasn't mistaken. He didn't recognize her as apart of his parish--by the hint of her scent that came blowing in, anyway. Well. In her defense, to the unsuspecting visitor, the two ends of the church were easily confused, so--man, she looked really out of place. Uncomfortably so. ... probably just as much as he did, now that he thought about it. He ought to help.
Hesitating for a moment, Lucian plucked the cigarette from his lips, straightened up a bit, and eventually decided on greeting her before she got truly lost. "Erh, can I help you?" He had mustered up as much volume and forced cheer as he could manage for that one phrase, just to get it to carry across the little courtyard. And now, given the way his posture wilted thereafter, he was spent. His quota of pleasantries wasn't very high today, apparently.