"It has charms?" Is what Lukas is trying to say, but it comes out as more of a generalized groan. He takes the kind woman's hand, though only marginally relies on it to get back up. He is very status-conscious at the moment. He coughs a little, but makes it to his feet, not quite as much the worse for wear as his appearance suggests.

"Thank you -" he turns to look at Diana, uncertain of the appropriate title, and the mark catches his eye. "Ah, a Rifter, is it? And here our side of the Fade gives you such a poor showing..."