LUCI
"Oh, how fortuitous for them," Lucas all but drawled; he didn't like most people, but he wouldn't wish this kind of a welcome into a new world on anyone. Granted, the night didn't bother him, but the blizzard could go to hell. Still, he was a deal more comfortable in the tent than he had been outside of it, however little he seemed to be bothered by the cold, the warmth or anything remotely similar.
Easily distracted by the prospect of food, Lucas watched as the cooked rabbit began to warm and sizzle over the flames, and while his stomach wanted to rumble, it didn't. "Thank you," he murmured. "As for where I came from... it was a great deal warmer than here, put it that way. And more advanced. Running water and electricity for a start." He almost huffed at the reminder, pinching at the bridge of his nose. "I was a businessman."
Easily distracted by the prospect of food, Lucas watched as the cooked rabbit began to warm and sizzle over the flames, and while his stomach wanted to rumble, it didn't. "Thank you," he murmured. "As for where I came from... it was a great deal warmer than here, put it that way. And more advanced. Running water and electricity for a start." He almost huffed at the reminder, pinching at the bridge of his nose. "I was a businessman."
