[b]As he follows the footsteps grow eerily quiet. Lucien could be quiet despite his size... And these men didn't seem to be prodigies of... Whatever the hell they were doing. He speaks up from behind the man, somehow making his way in a circle despite the cramped and tight halls.[/b] [i]"I have my hands up. I'd prefer not to be shot. And no, my meter isn't overdue so no tickets."[/i] [b]He says with a chuckles, his giant metal claws in the air.[/b]