Lucien spots him, one hand going over his revolver as quickly as a wolf would snarl at a hunter when being backed into a corner. He was wild at the moment. "You there, stop where you are. A man shouldn't approach another silently when armed with such weapons. Otherwise one might mistake you for an assassin..." His hand doesn't budge from its poised position above the Mateba sidearm. However, his legs and other arm still remain casual, if not tense due to the sudden arrival. "If you assure me that no conflict will transpire within the next few moments, I will be more than willing to bring my hand off my gun. Agreed?" He raises his other hand up in a gesture of peace. While he was still frantic as he thought of the boy, he still remembered to keep his diplomacy.