Lucas opened his eyes and looked at the talking to him. His brows furrowed and he turned his head to look at his bullet wound. His torn shirt, his bloody chest and of course the hole. "Well, that is less than pleasant and my chest hair is gonna be sticky" he winced then looked back at the woman. "Oh come on, if you're gonna start tearing my clothes off you gotta buy me dinner first" he laughed and then cringed at the pain "Or at least tell me your name. In the meantime, I think I should get this bullet out. It's not really comfortable in the slightest." He smiled back up at her and forced himself into a sitting position. He began to focus his mind to find exactly where the bullet was. "So..." he began between clenched teeth "You come here often?" He looked back up at her with a smile.