<span style="font-style: italic">'Should I ...?'</span>Lucius wondered, as he saw the bag drop from the stranger's hand. But no. The stranger still had a gun, the bag was still too close to the stranger. It was too dangerous. Lucius didn't think he'd be fast enough at this point to make it. And what use would his bag be to him, if he were shot dead?<br/><br/>So with all the patience he could muster, he kept his attention on the stranger. He was feeling rather nervous at this whole happening. As if randomly ending up here wasn't bad enough already, including how wrecked he felt,  he wasn't used to being threatened by a gun, let alone by someone wielding it who'd actually seemed pretty capable to use it against him.  And he had seen the number above it, moments before. Nine shots, well.. even for the worst shooter, that should be more than enough to get rid of Lucius, at this close distance..  Getting rid of that gun was definitely his main target, after that, he'd get the bag. Or so he hoped.<br/><br/>Very steadily he kept coming closer to the man, who had a very puzzled look on his face.  But finally the man did speak, more than just a single word. And in a language understandable to Lucius. That was a good thing, he guessed. It increased the chanced of the stranger being just a human.<br/>"How did I know what?" Lucius frowned. He stood still for a moment, thinking about what the man said. He tilted his head slightly. "I was just joking ..  I mean..  There's no logic that you'd have fallen from the sky too..but.. you did fall from the sky?" Lucius wondered, with a very silly expression on his face as it had surprised him. It was curious that they had both ended up here, falling from the sky. Of course, both being here was already weird, but this made it even strange. It confused Lucius even more. Where could this place be? Where were they? And had that guy also used a teleportation platform that was dysfunctional ? Or perhaps it  hadn't really been dysfunctional, perhaps it had been set to teleport to this place.. But then even more questions arose, like why his friend wanted him teleported away to some faraway place. He didn't think he had pissed off his friend that much. Well.. not lately anyway..  So for his situation it wasn't logical, but looking at the man, yes, he could completely understand why someone would want to sent a gun-wielding individual some place faraway.<br/><br/>Lucius hesitated as the man's condition seemed to be deteriorating. Though the bleeding nose should have served as some kind of warning already, the man now trembled, falling down onto his knees and vomited.  Lucius wanted to help out, because the guy didn't seem well at all.. But what if the guy would shoot him?<br/><br/>Biting his lip he decided he shouldn't be such a wimp. Giving others death scares with each opportunity he got in his store, and telling them they shouldn't be such scaredy-cats, he simply couldn't step back now. It might be terribly stupid to help this guy out, but eitherway, he couldn't just leave him here, regardless of the threat the guy posed. Lucius stepped closer as he asked "Are you alright?" But realizing the stupidity of his question, he face slapped himself. "No,<span style="font-style: italic"> of course</span>you're not alright, it's a stupid question, I know. I mean. You look like shit." he added, getting a churting mood. Really..  the complete lack of elegance of his words..<br/><br/>Lucius got over to the man and picked up his own bag. He rummaged in it, getting out his bottle of water. He reckoned that the man could use some, whenever the guy would be done vomiting.  Lucius was glad he had a strong stomach, as that vomit stench was the real deal, even making his stomach a bit uncomfortable.  He offered the man the bottle of water, holding it in the man's sight, of course, near the hand with the weapon, in hope the man would release the weapon, so Lucius could quickly pick it up and throw it away. But for now he had to remain his neutral concerned look, so the man wouldn't notice he was actually keen on throwing that gun away.