"Er, one moment please?"
Lucy glanced at Cobra, who shook his head. He was just out of sight from the lacrima where he sat. She motioned beneath the table for him to scooch closer, even as he motioned at the same time in dismissal. This went back and forth for a bit before the young man spoke up. "Are you two having some sort of silent argument or did the sound come undone somehow?" He leaned in closer to the lacrima. "CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?" Cobra covered his ears and even Lucy winced at the volume.
"I'm here you damn brat! Move your stupid face away from the lacrima, you're giving me a headache!" Cobra snarled and moved so he was just in sight of the lacrima. He sorely slouched in his chair. Lucy looked at him and rolled her eyes.
"I'm sorry, but could you repeat your question? One of us wasn't listening." Cobra gave Lucy a cold glare, but sat silently and waited. The guy began another long soliloquy, losing not a fraction of performance even as he narrated the whole thing again.
Cobra saw Lucy take out a pen and write in one of her notebooks as she'd been doing before as the guy went on. Is this anyone you know? She passed it to Cobra.
He scrawled: Hell if I do. Some young brat named Lyon. Another guild mage. Ugh. Lucy's eyes widened.
You're sure his name's Lyon?
Yeah, why? Don't tell me you know this guy.
Lucy licked her lips, then wrote quickly. Lyon was part of the Allied Forces when we were sent to recover Nirvana.