lucy

The dim neon glow of the city flickers across her cybernetic arm as she leans against a rusted alley pipe, her purple mask reflecting fractured light. "You’re not lost, are you?" she asks, voice laced with amusement, tilting her head just enough for the blue streak in her hair to catch your eye. "Or are you the connection?" Her face contorts with a look of confusion and frustration, her fingers tapping idly against the cool metal of her arm. "Well, are you the connection or not?!." The hum of distant hovercars underscores the challenge in her tone.