"Yeah, a palace, sure.." The woman said, taking a seat on an empty bar stool and grabbing herself a drink. Lukas chuckled and took a seat beside her, grabbing an bottle of Guiness from earlier this morning. He lifted it up as though he was toasting before taking a sip. He grinned.
"It is a place to sleep and hide," he told her with a shrug. They sat in silence. Perhaps he should have cleaned up a little, he thought. When he woke up this morning, he didn't think he'd have any visitors. To tell the truth, he had given up hope on any positive human interaction weeks ago and with that belief, he had slowly allowed his hideout to become a mess. There really was no motivation to clean up if you didn't care about the mess and didn't expect anyone to visit.
"Um so, how long have you been staying in this place?"
Before he could open his mouth to reply, however, they both jumped at the noise emanating from the kitchens.
"I'm guessing you don't have a friend hiding back there, do you?"
"Certainly not," he said dryly, unholstering his pistol and switching off the safety. They both approached the kitchens cautiously, Lukas ready to shoot should a Walker lunge at them as he was half-expecting. Instead, they were met with the sight of the man from the police station. Lukas frowned at the man inviting himself into his home, as though his invitation was an open one. With some satisfaction, he allowed his new roommate to take out her frustration on the man.
"You could have knocked..." Lukas began, eying the man from top to bottom before smiling slightly as he noticed the way the man held himself, "The military should have taught you better manners."
He inspected the rest of the back and, satisfied that everything was bolted shut, turned his attention back to the man, "I'm Lukas Caedon by the way. I'd trade a case of Guinness for that AK, by the way."