He reacts a little slower than usual, sucked in by the process of going through the motions over the past few days. Miguel stands straight and turns to face him, even-keeled despite the more solemn look about him.

“A ceremony from back home.”

He wasn’t a religious man, but doing all the preparations had its effects on him. A way to make remembering a little less painful.

“Did you want me to open the lab?”

He figures that’s why the kid sought him out - Lucky seemed to be possessed by a similar bad mood after being to told to stay on the Pole.