"Gah!?" Andrew's voice startles Lu as right out of his thoughts and nearly out of his skin. He clutches his chest, lungs heaving, wide eyes latching onto the other man's presence. It takes a good minute for the Medium to sort himself out.

"Yes?" It's not a convincing answer. Lucas throws his hands up in the air and begins to pace again. "Maybe! Not really!?"

At this rate he might cut a path in the floor.