Lucian watched Aneira as he took his time eating the curry and rice. He was still trying to think of a way to get in touch with Jessie without causing her too much distress, or himself really. He figures that the stress from it all was really just coming from his anxiety. How would he feel if someone he cared for suddenly disappeared, to only reappear years later, calling out of the blue and asking for help? He wouldn't trust it, that's for sure. Those stupid people kept them locked away for four plus years with no contact with the outside world. Hell, for all he knew, Jessie wasn't even alive anymore. The anxiety ate at him and tightened his stomach. To try and fight it off, he stuffed a large piece of rice into his mouth and chewed fiercely, trying to focus on the intense flavors of the curry. It only helped somewhat, surely didn't squelch the anxiety completely like he hoped it would. So he just kept shoveling food into his mouth, only slowing a moment to answer her question about the puppy. 

"I guess we can name him. Echo sounds like a good name, but does that mean we plan to keep them with us? Are you sure it's a good idea? You know, we're kind of on the run. What happens if we have to up and fly off somewhere? How are we going to carry two squirming dogs with us with me carrying you?" He shoved the last bit of rice in his mouth before wiping his hands on his pants clean of any crumbs or mess from the curry. He didn't mind the pups right now but if they had to run, he couldn't imagine they could end up taking them with them. He could just see it now, carrying Aneira under one arm, a pup in her arms and another pup under his other arm. He frowned at the prospect of it. They could backpack train the dogs. Maybe get them to jump into a backpack and stay in there. At least the puppy, anyways. That would free up his arms to properly hold her and she could hold onto Pipper. He wasn't so sure he could wear a backpack while flying. He might have to just see how that would work out. He groaned lightly at the thought of it. The pups could turn into a pain down the road. 

He closed the containers again and stacked them on top of each other on the counter before he cleaned his hands in the sink. He watched Aneira interact with the dogs and sighed quietly. He would try his hardest to find a way for her to have her little pack with her as long as they could. She needed something outside of that prison and she found it in these little canines. So he figured he could at least try and devise a way to keep them around her. They seemed to really be bonded to her already after such a short time. They followed her all the way here, after all. He rubbed the back of his head with a small smile on his face, watching her with the puppy. He had to admit, the pup was cute. So small and excitable. He really could make a goo-

His thoughts were cut short as he heard a knock on the door of the apartment. His heart froze for a moment as his eyes locked on the door. He looked to Aneira, raising a finger to his lips before he quietly stepped up the door and peered through the eyehole. There was an elderly gentleman and a young woman just on the other side of the door. They were standing stiffly there, just waiting. He slowly slide away from the eyehole, moving to crouch by Aneira and the dogs. "Two people. An older man and a woman. They aren't saying anything and seem to be very intense." He looked around the room, checking the area for an exits that they could take quickly. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he tried to think of what to do, being sure to slip the phone into his pants' pocket for safe keeping. Before he could come up with an exit strategy, there came a much harsher and fiercer knock on the door then the older gentleman yelling through it. 

"We know you're in there. We also know that you don't own this apartment. Open up the door or we'll open it up for you." His words were a stern warning and it caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. Something didn't seem right about this man and the way he spoke. If they thought they were just squatters, why were they the only ones out there? Shouldn't they have come with police? Something wasn't lining up right in this situation. 

Lucian looked to Aneira for a moment before he stood to his full height, rolled his shoulders, stretched his neck, then walked up to the door. He grabbed a hold of the handle and braced for whatever might come from the other side of the door as he slowly opened it.