Lucy looks over at being spoken to, and great, an American teenage boy is here to welcome her. Well, maybe older than a teen, but he certainly doesn't look particularly adult.

She doesn't answer at first, but at his words, she looks around at the floor and takes a few steps in either direction just to test it. "Yes," she says simply. At least there's that.

Sighing with what appears to be a mix of annoyance and resignation, she looks at the young man again. "So, I don't suppose you know what I'm doing here?"