[The battle gear was unnecessary--it was beyond either of their scopes now, and in the handling of wizards and gods. Law's sudden appearance doesn't even give Lupin pause, though it does elicit a bitter laugh.]

Man~ We need to stop meeting like this...

[Trying to make a light joke, again, but his poise and expression is anything but comfortable. He's geared up himself for missions of a sort as well, though his equipment is geared less for combat and more for stealth. Clad in his tightly fitted black pants and turtle neck, gloves, and his shoulder harness, he looked like he was better prepared for infiltrations. The shirt was too tight to accommodate for all of the quirks of Luceti, but the problem had been hastily fixed with a few strokes of a penknife to allow for his wings to fit through.

Beyond the obvious weariness and the way he's favored his arm, Law would note that he smelled like cigarettes. A lot of cigarettes. It was almost as if the thief had been operating on smoke, caffeine, and adrenaline.

He eyed Law, and tipped his head in acknowledgement.]

The worst of it is over, I think. Hopefully our cavalry succeeds in containing the problem.