What tension sharpened Luc's voice either went entirely beneath Samuel's notice or simply did not merit a response. He watched impassively as Luc collected his belongings, peering only a little at the photographs he stashed away.
"Sergeant Samuel Wolfe," he said. He canted his head to one side, unsure what he made of this newly established neighbor. He narrowed his eyes at the mention of his floor, displeased on a deep and primal level that he would be in such proximity to someone quite dear to him. "D floor, huh?" His grip slid on the gun case, tightening unconsciously. "Fancy. My girlfriend's going to be your neighbor, then." He flashed a broad grin, hard and sharp. "I'll go ahead and apologize now for anything you might hear coming from D3."