S1E1: Mad World, July 1st, 2003

Lucius turns to look at Eunice once she starts her rather terrifying cackling, his fur involuntarily standing up - thankfully, it doesn't translate to his illusory appearance's hair, otherwise he'd have quite a lot to explain to Phillip. Welp, he knew something was up with these two after he spoke with Simon; a mad scientist and her possibly-undead henchman, then? He can certainly understand the frustration of dealing with such mundane troubles as losing their luggage for someone of that profession. ...But the lightning show was uncalled for.

"Fickle weather, ey?" Lucius grins at Phillip while gesturing over their heads, towards the suddenly thunderous sky. "You know, you should probably go before it starts pouring. I'm sure I'll figure out my baggage troubles on my own - no reason for you to get soaked by lovely local sky torrents on the way back!" And even less reason to get accidentally caught in the crossfire of a mad scientist's frustration, not that Lucius is going to vocalize it.

"You sure?" Phillip looks nervously at the loud crazy lady. He doesn't want to leave his friend in her presence, but he sure as hell doesn't want to stay either.

Alarmed, Alfie jumps to his feet and glances around to see if anyone else is seeing this.

"Yeah, someone probably just took it by mistake, so I'll watch other bags and see if anyone comes by," Lucius pats Phillip's shoulder reassuringly, his eyes not leaving Eunice and Simon, his staff at the ready just in case. "We can catch up later at your place! I was planning to visit anyway, now I'll also have a story to regale you with. Not that it's likely to be a very exciting one, but who knows? Hope you got a ride, by the way, it looks like a storm is coming." The hòuzi tries to subtly push his friend towards the doors, to expedite his exit. He can only hope that every other civilian in here follow the same logic - but that would be too optimistic, wouldn't it?..

Seeing that no one else in the baggage claim seems as perturbed by this as he is, Alfie looks backs to Eunice and Simon and sees… a normal woman and her manservant. Well, ‘normal’ is perhaps a stretch, but it’s not the full-blown Frankenstein scenario he’s sure he saw before. Feeling disconcerted and a little worried that he might be losing his mind, Alfie picks up his bag and heads for the exit. Maybe if he hurries he won't get caught in the rain...

"See you later then!"

Phillip doesn't have a ride, but he'd rather wait outside for the rain to stop. Lucius seems to have the situation under control, there aren't that many bags left anyway, so one of them is bound to be his. Feeling like a complete coward, Phillip leaves for the parking lot and looks for a relatively sheltered place to wait the rain out.

Lucius waves after Phillip, but then his focus quickly snaps back to Eunice and Simon and the houzi starts pushing his way through the crowd towards them - the bag issue forgotten for the moment in the face of both a potential thrill and a public danger. He tries his best not to seem actually concerned to avoid alarming the people mulling around, but underneath the disguise his fur bristles with excitement and his tail lashes the air in apprehension. This promises to be quite a fun one.

Once sufficiently close, Lucius tries to attract the mad scientist's attention by jumping directly into her field of vision: "Oi, señorita, your search not going well? I know the frustration, haven't had any luck myself yet, and there are way too many of these bags! Are you sure you don't need help?" He slides closer to Eunice, ignoring the crackling electricity around her, and adds quieter so that security doesn't overhear: "You know my kin is good at finding stuff? No, really, I can figure it out if you can watch the doors and make sure no more bags like ours leave the perimeter - no zapping required." He glances toward Simon and winks at him: "Bet you'd be good at pretending to be security personnel, big guy."