"Woah, you think Oi ain't goin' wit' ya?" Duke replied, shouldering his rifle with a grin as he followed the pair outside.  He clapped a hand on Rauly's shoulder, favoring him with just an amused grin as he passed to follow after Shio.<br/><br/>It shouldn't have surprised Lucien to see just how quickly life returned to normal even after such a horrific incident.  Grief didn't put food on the table, though, so it was a luxury the denizens of the slums couldn't afford.  The air was heavy with fear, though, people pointedly avoiding looking at the wreckage that used to be Sector 7.  Only the children appeared willing to talk about it, as well, but they were quickly shushed by any nearby adults, usually followed by a few glances about, as if whoever caused it was only waiting for an excuse to destroy something else.  It wasn't ShinRa, however, that caused people such terror, however.  Any and all news reports laid the blame squarely on the shoulders of the terrorist group known as the Tornadoes, complete with the footage of the group fighting against the Turks and their subsequent initiating of the destruction sequence, carefully edited to not show the Turks making the first grab at the controls.  As much as he hated to admit it, it was lucky that Lucien had been disguised as a woman at the time or life would have been even more difficult than usual for him.<br/><br/>The day had actually been fairly good for him, actually.  A short rummaging through a debris pile, possibly hurled from the Sector 7 wreckage, revealed a part he knew he could fence for a high price.  As he rounded a corner, however, something bounced off him.  Something that turned out to be someone.  Someone he recognized.  After a tense moment of looking over the trio, Lucien simply turned on his heel and said, "Nope," as he walked away in the opposite direction.