Lucia looks at Nya as she reattaches her head, snapping it on with a loud clunk. Instantly, everything even remotely warm, inviting and friendly about Lucia is replaced with the cold, hateful death-stare of Lucille. She looks at Grin with barely contained fury, still livid of her flight. She then turns to Nya, staring into her eyes as if trying to peer into her soul. After a few moments, she abruptly leaves, and heads for the outside.