[ Lucas wanders in at some point, looking lost and, honestly, kind of bedraggled. His labcoat is stained, there are leaves in his ponytail, and his glasses can't hide the dark circles under his eyes. Needless to say, he hasn't been adjusting well to Island Time, and he keeps glancing around nervously as he approaches the far end of the bar, as if there are certain people he's trying to avoid. ]
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