[it's a little alarming to hear a voice come from somewhere lúcio can't identify, though the immediately important thing is that he's not been attacked yet. he stops skating along the hall, cocking his head and holding one hand up. the other carefully lowers his sonic amplifier.]

Tailing you?

[he shakes his head, grinning a little uneasily.]

I haven't been tailing anyone, my man. I can barely see my own hand in front of my face! Don't think I could even if I wanted to.