Lucas had just gone and signed up to train to be a knight. Liara had known him for what seemed like forever, and she loved him to bits (Brotherly love, they'd always insist), but she just couldn't get some of the things he did.
From the moment they met, Lucas was always very witty, but extremely rash. At least he was a good fighter, so he could usually get out of the pickles he put himself in. He'd never hold a candle to her archery skills though, and she was a valluble asset for the Delta, if ever a mercenary was needed... Which wasn't very often.
She was often ridiculed due to her utter facination with bows, as well as her strange style of clothing. She tended to wear a light shirt and shorts with strips of very, very heavy cloth wound abound her, to protect her from incoming attacks.