Aw, shucks, hah. [Lucas raises his good hand over the name patch on his jacket, dutifully ignoring a bit of heat in his face as much as possible. It sure is nice to hear someone be grateful, genuinely. Amidst all the unsettling weirdness and feeling in over his head it's almost like a lifeline.]

Well, I think you're selling everyone else short. For me it's kind of part of the job. Back home, that is. [Chrissy's question throws him off his last question.]

Oh, dude, I just got here like today. Unless I'm dreaming, but the jury's still out on that. [He shrugs his shoulders, casting a hapless look in her direction.] What about you?