Lukas shrugged a little as he followed Milah down the street. It was probably smart to keep the engine off considering the ever-present danger of the walkers. He raised an eyebrow at her reply, saying nothing as she led the way to his lair. He was glad to see that it was relatively undisturbed, the steel planks still boled in place across the windows. He smiled slightly as he reached for a set of keys in his pocket and unlocked the door, bowing slightly as he opened the door for the brunette.
"After you, milady," he told her with a grin. He would wait a moment for her to step in before going in himself. The pub had changed a lot since the outbreak had begun. The old antique stove had seen some use along with some bunsen burners he had pitched from a community college. The bar was still littered with liquor bottles, some of them opened, and his sleeping bag was placed in the middle of the room along with packets of ammo and a few books. He stepped in and began light a few candles moved against the walls. He crossed himself unconsciously as he passed a crucifix.
"My palace, such as it is. Who needs power?"