Lucas retreated a bit into his scarf as the gift was offered to him. He was almost like a little turtle with a shell, and about as friendly. He just stared at the gift as it was thrusted towards him, and then only took it when the woman insisted with what sounded like a threatening tone. 

He gingerly picked it up with his gloved hand and turned it over to inspect it. What was he supposed to do with this piece of junk? He never got mail. The only friend he had outside of an aging priest was blind! He begrudgingly pocketed the item, considering tossing it in the garbage when he left just out of spite. Maybe Father Walter would like it.

As the woman departed, Lucas wondered what exactly she was. She didn't really give off a demon-y vibe, so he honestly didn't care too much. As he returned to fidgeting with his hands, he began to think about why he had agreed to come here in the first place.