There was that rough-and-tumble gunslinger he knew. At least he was himself, even if possibly amnesiac about his last stay. The amnesia part didn't matter to Lupin--though it wasn't necessarily a good thing for Jigen, he was there the same.

It was unexpected. Lupin himself couldn't have been much happier.

"I got everything and I'm headed out then, Jigen." He had a spare pack, having taken up smoking Pall Malls himself in his best friend's absence. Though he didn't show it much, he really did miss their banter, their companionship. "It's a bit of a walk to the lake from here, but I'll hustle it. Stay warm--I'll be there asap."