Lucien was actually unaware that heâ€™d lost consciousness; simply another lesson to share with more newbies, that one must always be aware of where they enter a timeline. He looked up through the eyepieces of his mask, blinking at the girl above him. â€œI donâ€™t suppose you threw that rock, did you? Itâ€™d be quite strange to knock me out and then wake me back up again.â€ he stated with a cheerful, but well-educated voice.<br/><br/>â€œI donâ€™t mean offense, but I hate back-centric timelines for this sort of thing; way too much close-mindedness. Now take, say, medieval Belgium or something of the like and itâ€™s not so bad, but this religious zeal always comes back to bite me.â€ he added, reaching up and scratching at the bandage. â€œAnd it seems Iâ€™ve met myself what, a little nurse? Well thank you.â€ he added, sitting up with a wobble before steadying himself. He removed his mask with a sigh, his bright eyes scanning his surroundings.<br/><br/>â€œWell I hate to be hit and run, but I canâ€™t imagine its very safe for me to stick around here, what with random folk thinking me a demon and whatnot. Say, youâ€™ve got that look about you, you know.â€ the ferret stated, squinting and looking her over. â€œThat whole â€˜this isnâ€™t where I want to beâ€™ sort of feel. After all, if you were like these people why would you help me? Strange beast-man in a scary plague-mask that popped out of thin air; why wouldnâ€™t I be a demon? Makes sense. You donâ€™t, however.â€ Lucien explained, tossing his mask in the air lightly before catching it. â€œMake sense, that is. I never find the nice ones right away. Lucienâ€™s my name, but some people call me the Runner. Whatâ€™s yours, little nurse?â€<br/><br/>Lucienâ€™s mind was a bit foggy from the hit, but heâ€™d been through worse; running through the trenches of Normandy was bad enough, then there was that timeline with all the zombies, and none of those was even close to the time heâ€™d had to hunker down in Siberia after the Tunguska event put out too much radiation for him to safely run anywhere. But here he was, in some quaint timeline with some girl whoâ€™d decided to help him for one reason or another.<br/><br/>Might as well make a friend, he figured. â€œYou look like a girl who doesnâ€™t get to go very many places.â€