The man gave a strangled yelp and practically lept from where he sat to bolt out the…well, not door, but curtain to the improvised shack. Even without the communication lacrima for sound, the two could hear the screaming even from beyond the wall, making it extra loud.
Cobra straightened up away from the lacrima. He hadn't looked at Lucy once since he started talking. He hesitantly glanced to the right…
Lucy's mouth was in a perfect "o" shape. Her big brown eyes trained right on him. Cobra sheepishly scratched his head. "He had it coming to him, you'd know if you could hear him."
"Well, technically, I did hear him for about the last half-hour." Her mouth switched to a grimace. "That…was really cathartic though. I wanted to go off on him too, but I kept remembering what Mira said about the people coming in." She gave a grin. "Thanks for going off the rails, even if it was a bit much."
"…No problem." He paused, then groaned. "There's only supposed to be one person in here, isn't there? Not that I care what that guy says, but if word gets around…"
"I don't think Mira would object to the idea of an assistant. We could even give you a matching nickname! Assistant Fixer-Up? Oh, I know, I could be Love-It and you Fix-It!"
"Don't say such things with such a straight face." Cobra scowled but inwardly it was like releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding. She wasn't scared of him when he'd threatened that guy. It was honestly a little embarrassing how relieved he felt once he realized that. He was about to prepare another snappy comeback when he felt the familiar buzz of a nearby soul and heard someone else enter the love doctor shack.