[ Something about this man unnerves Lucina. Maybe it's the way he treats what could have been a potential near-death experience ( "potential", because she can see that her assistance was unnecessary ); it's ... too casual, with the singsong in his voice and the easy way he nudges the corpse. The fact that he just punched a giant worm to death.
She knows better than to speak her mind, here, especially to a stranger. She can't quite help but grimace that passes over her face when she looks at the dead worm again, but the expression is masked soon enough. ]
... Of course. [ And so, Lucina nods instead, plus a quick glance at the path the man pointed towards to make sure nothing else is coming. Some part of her is still wary, preferring to return to the task she had come to the mines for. But — she blurts out the next set of words before she can really think about what she's asking. ]
Are you a chef? [ Why does a chef need superhuman strength????? ]
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She knows better than to speak her mind, here, especially to a stranger. She can't quite help but grimace that passes over her face when she looks at the dead worm again, but the expression is masked soon enough. ]
... Of course. [ And so, Lucina nods instead, plus a quick glance at the path the man pointed towards to make sure nothing else is coming. Some part of her is still wary, preferring to return to the task she had come to the mines for. But — she blurts out the next set of words before she can really think about what she's asking. ]
Are you a chef? [ Why does a chef need superhuman strength????? ]