Thankfully, Lukas was looking at the panel of elevator buttons when Honey chirped up with that demonic songbird snarl of Well you have the name of an asshole.. so he missed it, sorry!
Lukas did, however, set his attention on a return flight by the time she began to explain things about her father. Beekeeper, huh? The endeared jump of his eyebrows said that he was a little impressed. Honey seemed like the kind of woman that came from red carpet nurseries and silver spoon suppers. Basically, she seemed like a Class-A bitch, but.. as a beekeeper's daughter, Lukas was gardening a second impression.
He returned the bottle to the interior of his jacket and led her out of the elevator with a tilt of his head toward the lobby's exit. Out into the setting, coastline sun. A beautiful explosion of indigo and gold that promised to brew up one of Gogh's kind of starry nights. The bus stop was only a half a block walk, if her heels could handle it. And from there it would be a twenty minute ride, hence the need for a little liquid entertainment.