"Oh, sorry, sorry I..." Apologies were already falling out of his mouth the second he almost runs into someone. It is dark in the tunnels, after all, and neither Chuck's sense of direction nor his spatial awareness were one of his better traits. They have gps's for a reason, back home, and they were a tool he'd relied heavily on. But here, in the technological void that was the Cape, he's left desperately hoping he won't be wandering in circles for the rest of eternity.

Chuck takes a few steps back so he isn't standing in the person's personal space when he looks up and realizes that he didn't just run into someone; He almost literally ran into the actual Devil.

"...wasn't... looking..." He finishes lamely, trying to discretely take another step or ten back away from the being in front of him. He knew Lucifer was here, of course. He'd felt him when he arrived, he'd seen the network post he made. But knowing and bodily running into were two completely different things.

"Uh..." Since his own powers are gone in the tunnel, he can only assume that Lucifer's are gone as well. But, he's also certain that, even powerless, the Devil could still rip him apart if he wished to do so. Chuck doesn't even have a height advantage, because Lucifer's vessel is taller than him.

However, judging from his words and actions, it's obvious to him that Lucifer doesn't remember being here. Which begs the question: Why do some people (Or, uh... beings.) remember being here before while others don't?

But now is not he time to be wondering such things. Not when he's face-to-face with the Devil himself.