If Cobra had been drinking, it would have been a perfect opportunity for a spit-take.
Wha–Sorano?! What the HELL?
Indeed, neither his ears nor magic were playing tricks on him, although he dearly wished they were. On the other side of the lacrima screen was none other than the former "angel" of the Oracion Seis. She plopped down on her seat and began explaining, sounding rather bored.
"So, you seeee, there's this guy. I just met him, but he's been acting so shady. Like he says we're going out, but he never even looks at me. And he's always trying to cop a feel if you know what I mean."
There wasn't a shred of truth to her tale as Cobra listened; even Lucy seemed a little put off by Sorano's sheer bluntness. Cobra's mind worked overtime as she drawled on. What possible reason could Sorano have to visit a place like this? Clearly, it didn't interest her (which did surprise him a bit) but yet she was here anyway and still talking at that.
Suddenly a horrid thought entered his brain. The idea that she knew exactly who was inside, and was simply putting on a facade to expose him.