"Ah...that's still a lot of pressure though…" Lucy chewed her lip as the man finished his statements. The shadow remained quite still, though Cobra inwardly could hear the soul begin to hum in anticipation. Cobra's mind turned to Lucy, who was trying to churn out an acceptable answer.
"C-Can you give us a moment? We'll discuss it and then get back to you."
"Oh, one last thing I wanted to say," the figure leaned forward, meaning that more of a shadow filled the lacrima screen. "I didn't know that there were two of you, but since there are, could you both come up with your own answers? That would help me far more than one single answer."
That little. Cobra growled. Now this guy was making him work on top of everything else he had to put up with today? Unbelievable. Lucy nervously looked between the two of them before agreeing. She then decided to table a minute in which to "think".
Lucy quickly scrawled out a message on one of the pieces of paper she had on the desk. The lacrima showed the upper halves of their bodies and objects on the same level if presented towards it, but it could not see anything on the table, and wouldn't make out any writing anyway. He read: If you want to riff off whatever I say that's alright. He probably expects us to be similar anyway. That way you can do less work too.
For some reason though, that bothered Cobra.