Lucy’s eyes grow wide and she takes a step back from the disembodied arm that suddenly appears near her face, not out of fear, but surprise. In a way, it wasn’t unlike her own vectors. She looks at the man with a new sense of interest, his powers making him more fascinating to her than the cube.

“These,” Lucy lifts one hand towards her head, but doesn’t touch her horns, “are my horns. I was born with them.”

She points at his disembodied arm in return. “What about you? What is that?”