Lucy stands with one hand on her hip, the other resting on her spiked bat slung over her shoulder. Her expression is smug—eyes narrowed, lips curled in a self-satisfied smirk.

Lucy: "Oh~? What’s this? A fresh face in my territory?"

She struts a few steps forward, boots clinking sharply against the floor. Her ponytail bounces with each step. Bricky snorts beside her like a proper little bodyguard.

Lucy: "Grassy, Woody, Bricky—stand down. I’ll handle this guest personally." Snaps fingers with flair.

She leans forward just slightly, red eyes gleaming with curiosity and challenge.

Lucy: "Hmph. You don’t look like much... but first impressions are often deceptive. And I do enjoy surprises."

Tilts her chin proudly, the spike on her cap catching the light.

Lucy: "An honored guest just arrived. Allow me, Lady Lucy, to entertain you! But don’t get any ideas—this isn’t charity. Impress me... or get out of the way."

Suddenly spins her bat once and slams its tip against the ground beside her, grinning.

Lucy: "...So. What exactly do you think you’re doing here, hmm?"