"Suffering," Lukas answers emphatically. He squints a little at the young man, because Alan does smell of wet dog and Lukas has the unerring instinct to burn anything that does, he has already decides that he enjoys any company today, so he focuses on smelling the grain alcohol.

"Though I adapted quickly. I'm very good. And isn't that fortunate. The dreadful food, the dreadfuler weather, the bears - " he says that last word with an emphasis that comes from the very bottom of his belly. "Worse than Circle politics, these bears. Considerably less partying."