Already having dropped his bags by the door nearby, Lukas slowly gathered with the crowd. He discreetly found his way to the back of the room to listen to the speech, and observe. After a minute or two he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, and paid close attention despite his apparent skepticism. He quickly got a shallow overview of what kind of people they were. He found the addition of color, in contrast to the underworld he'd worked in previously, refreshing. Though he would not underestimate them, and knew fully well this was just another power source seeking pawns to do their dirty work. As the speech ended, Lukas curiously started to be on the lookout for potential, like strength, or power.

When answers were expected from the group of volunteers, Lukas remained silent. The laid back undercover agent, or more precisely; ex undercover agent, was quite the opposite of a public speaker. He didn't even consider his own opinion on the conflict, other than who might win, and thereby, which side to pick. He would pick the winner, or at least someone powerful enough to provide safety. The corners of his lips tugged slightly upwards as the feisty girl, who probably could use a hairclip or two for her annoying bangs, spoke. He liked her. She was simple, and straight to the point. Honest. Honest people were fun to drop into the stiffling air of politics. Lukas had so many good memories of that. 

Forsaking any kind of fun for now though, Lukas started looking for a potential protector. Old habits died hard, but this time Lukas would at least be able to choose for himself, from a global pile of potentials. [i]"See? You know it. Without a proper master, a tool is useless,"[/i] ringed through his mind, and he shook it off before taking matters into his own hands.

Ruining his short lived inner peace, Lukas charged his Noble Arm. Unless anyone in the room had Noble Arm powers that could pick up the use of other Noble Arms, or the like, none would notice Lukas' scan. His powers were that of the mind, so all Lukas would seem to be doing, was concentrate on the serious matter at hand. While his small finger knife of a Noble Arm appeared in its sheath around his ankle, under his jeans, his gaze scanned the crowd as they spoke. He would intuitively understand which ones in the room carried the strongest malevolent intention, if they had any, towards any others in their shared space. Should their goal be elsewhere, he would only understand there to be a goal. Not who or where. The closer the person would be to the act, location and, or, target, the stronger Lukas would sense it. 

Humans were so beautiful with their violent nature. Their anger and hatred spiking into violent impulses, that sadly would too often die before they could even be considered a thought, due to the human race's philosophic and ethical evolution. Triggered enough, though, these emotional impulses often did become unmistakable desires and wishes, followed by meticulous or desperate plans of actions, that would span from a day to several years; then, hilariously ending with devastating guilt and regret.

This was Lukas' world.

Suddenly a woman, apparently named Callie, had such an odd energy that Lukas blinked confused, and even squinted to try and decipher it. He quickly let it go, though understood it had been directed at the person on the podium. It bothered him a short while until someone else caught his attention.