Lancer knew what trouble sounded like when he heard it, and even with nothing more than a pair of metal pipes for weapons he intended to do something about it. In green and black armor as he so often was at night, the former Servant ran to where he thought he'd heard fighting going on...but nope, just a scratched-up redhead.

"Are you alright?" This wasn't the first time he'd run into someone that had just gotten themselves out of trouble, and it surely wouldn't be the last.