"I gotta be honest little dude, this is all making my head hurt." And Lucas would have gone a tangent but they're both saved by their arrival on deck.

At first all seems normal enough, Lucas settles in to whatever spot he's directed to. He glances around just as the cheery Gal Friday steps up to run through her spiel and that's the exact moment Lucas's brain shuts down. No face. No identifiable features at all. A blank slate. When Undine said she had no face, she meant it.

It takes longer than normal to realize he's staring. Flustered and embarrassed his gaze darts around Gal as if afraid to look anywhere, heat rises in his cheeks. Eventually he steals a glance in Undine's direction while Gal never misses a beat. Help!