Luke watched the girl the black sunglasses hiding her face it reminded him of the junkies that would pass by every so often. She didn't seem the type she looked healthy not sick and frail, a light purple was etched into her delicate skin by her eye. It seemed she had been in a scuffle of some kind. Her lips wore the signs of abusive there was no way to know her tale, but she was wet and scared you couldn't just send her away. Luke gave her a little space "Well instead of giving the storm company, how about you help me finish of some food" he said his tall frame heading up the stairs one by one. "I mean you don't have to but it's warm and I'm full" he said patting his stomach lightly which was flat as a washboard. He flashes her a small smile "Besides are you really going to be able to move around with those dark shades" he said with a light laugh.