LUCI
Accepting the plate - food was important above all else right now, thanks - Lucas considered her comments about the (undoubtedly primitive) stalls and stores that the place boasted. He'd see that for himself in time, whether or not he intended to. Then he could work on getting home. Thoughts of that home filled his mind as he dug into the rabbit, though he was not at all impressed by it.
"This tastes like nothing," he said, foregoing manners due to his current state of hunger and grumpiness both. "It tastes like less than nothing. What is it?" Wrinkling his nose, he offered her the plate back if she wanted to finish the wretched stuff.
"Security," he supplied as she asked about his business. "I ran a security business. Bodyguards, surveillance, alarms, things like that."
"This tastes like nothing," he said, foregoing manners due to his current state of hunger and grumpiness both. "It tastes like less than nothing. What is it?" Wrinkling his nose, he offered her the plate back if she wanted to finish the wretched stuff.
"Security," he supplied as she asked about his business. "I ran a security business. Bodyguards, surveillance, alarms, things like that."
