It's that end of town that is both isolated without being particularly empty - apartments and townhouses blocked together and divided, everyone minding their own business and giving the impression of isolation. Above his head, two women sit on a balcony and barely pay him any mind as they share a cigarette, and he pays them no mind either as he crosses the street. He moves passed where yellow tape flickers over a building in some construction, a fleeting glance towards taped windows without expecting to see much in them besides himself.

Still. There is always that wariness of being followed, whether he suspects something as elaborate as his invisible stalker or not.

More the concern for generic pickpockets.

Vampires, as the sun sinks.

Normal things such as that.

Either way, his cane lifts off the ground to be grasped two handed, quite casually, and his hand wraps around the silver hilt. Some following gives the impression that Lucius' destination will be improvised at best, although there is the general drift towards the nearest train station.