Good thing I'm armed then. [ His voice is a lot more casual than should be possible, given the combination of utter delight, and dread, he was internalizing.

He'd stood off to the side, like some sort of creep, and watched her for a bit as he'd struggled to determine whether she was real or another hallucination. He'd just come from a particularly nasty experience with a statue, one that had left him shaken enough to recognize that his mind could still be playing tricks on him.

In addition, he also wasn't sure he wanted her to be real. This world was incredibly screwed up. As dangerous, if not more so, than their own if only because their Talents did not always afford them the edge they were used to having in a fight.
In the end his desire to have his friend here with him, his selfish desire to have Lucy by his side again, overrode any ideas of noble sacrifices.

He didn't run over and hug her. That wasn't his way. But to someone who knew him -as well as Lucy and George knew him- there were signs of his utter relief and delight at seeing her, in the way he sauntered towards her. ]

Supplies may prove to be a bit of a problem, if only because I haven't found any tea. [ Typical Lockwood, he kept his tone bright and upbeat, doing his best to project positivity. Never mind that he probably looks more than a little rough around the edges; cheekbones more prominent than usual, eyes more shadowed. ]

We've broken time, you see, and are in a bit of a 'time-out'. [ Look how quippy he is! ]