Cobra glanced at Lucy. Her face remained an unnaturally neutral expression. He felt on edge when she looked like that. It was hard to hear her thoughts as well, leaving him even more confused as to how she was really feeling. Initially, given the thoughts he'd heard briefly, he thought that perhaps she and this Minerva were on bad terms. But that didn't explain the lack of expression on her face. Wouldn't she have more of a definitive expression if that were the case? But then, wasn't his own relationship with her all the stranger for how relatively nice it was? The thought made him shake his head. He didn't feel like comparing the two suddenly. He focused his mind on the task in front of them.
"Listen...Lucy," he whispered. "We don't have to rush into this one. Her head's a mess right now. Let's say you'll give her some space and while we go in the back for a minute." It was as he thought about a way to transition to asking about how she might know Minerva that he noticed Lucy staring at him. He froze. Her eyes wore a stony, focused expression, and he couldn't tell if the gaze was meant for him or not. One thing was for certain; those were not the eyes of someone who wanted to get up and think up a plan
Then, as if nothing was wrong, she smiled reassuringly at him and spoke confidently towards the lacrima. "I'm sorry, but if it's alright with you, I'd like to ask you some things first."