It was the shadow that caught Luc's attention and got him to lift his head, pale eyes examining the stranger for half a second before he returned to the task at hand. Trying to keep his eyes off the gun, really, because those always made him nervous - for no real reason other than they were just.. well, scary.
"Yeah, if they had this box in their truck, I'm sure they would have," he replied, and it had come out just a little more snippity than he had intented. Truthfully, something about this guy had him bristling like a feral cat for some reason - not the nervous kind, just the on-edge kind he guessed. And he had to guess because it wasn't anything he'd really experienced before, at least not that he could remember. "Hindsight being 20/20 and all."
He'd managed to salvage the pictures from the pile, stacking them neatly and tucking them under an arm. He refolded the bottom of the box together and gathered the bigger pieces of glass and frame, dropping them into the container - because he couldn't bring himself to leave a mess in front of the complex like that. It was just being a bad neighbor.
"I'm Luc Haust," he said because he'd realized he'd been rude, chastising himself mentally for it - because he didn't know this guy from Adam, and chances were they were going to be neighbors to some degree. "I just moved up to the D floor." He would have offered a hand to shake, but his hands were currently full and he wasn't about to drop the box again.