"Pleasure, Lucky." Dan's heard that name a few times around, but hasn't had an opportunity to lay eyes on the youth himself. Elle in particular seemed keen on getting the two of them in a room together.

Dan can figure why just from being a keen study of body language. Lucky's insecure - not in the self-esteem way, but in the way where even a big, competent ally standing next to him isn't enough to keep him from scouting the room for threats. It's what Elle intimated. It's what Dan observes.

"Wouldn't you might know it, I found some flowers some fellow just left behind up here." Dan gestures to the flowers on top of the shelf, then turns to point to them, allowing Lucky to see three quarters of his back. In Dan's experience, trust is never gained without trust being offered. "Sure are a lot of us paying respects to the dead these days."