At the second knock, Lukas pushes open the door. He's wearing a different pair of pants, but instead of a tunic he has wrapped one of the rough blankets from the room around his shoulders like a cloak. It's scratchy... but at least it's dry, and warm.<br/><br/>"H-uh. Knocking on your own door, now?" Lukas smirks, and his eyes dart down to the bottles. She'd actually brought him two... well, certainly says a lot for her view of him. Not that he's likely to prove her wrong, at this point. "It's not like I'd attack you when you walked in the door or nothin'. You know that, right?"<br/><br/>The rogue chuckles and steps away from the door, making it so the woman can get in without having to push past him. He tacitly avoids the bed, moving instead to take a seat on the wall near the fireplace. Outside, the rain is finally starting to die down... but the air is still clammy and cold.<br/><br/>"Going to be a long trip, methinks. Especially if more of those little grey bastards decide to come pay us a visit."