[ Regardless of the circumstances of her arrival or buildings taller than what she's ever seen in her entire life, she's not going to ignore a cry for help ( even if it took her a second to figure out where said cry came from; but she knows how to get on the Forum now, so that's good ). The weather gets increasingly worse the closer to quadrant 3 gets — and by the time she's stepping out of her car, she's already drenched. Her phone gets left in the car, which is for the best. She'll learn about the tragedies of waterlogged electronics another day.
For now— it's the water splashing up against the window that catches her attention at first, the innate wrongness of the sight calling her over. Call it morbid curiosity or something else — but usually flood water ends up on the outside of buildings, and whatnot. The water out on the sidewalk is nowhere near the height that's inside, and something's not adding up ( it's splashing at about her ankles, which is high enough already; but in there? Well— ).
The bright red of a masked man drowning comes a little after that. ]
Gods! [ Lucina's rushing to the door, rattling at the handle to see if it'll open. When that doesn't work, she's going straight for her sword, her grip backwards from how she'd normally wield it, all so that she can raise it above her shoulder and slam the pommel of her sword to the glass, hard. It bounces right back off, but the impact rings through the store. ]
quaddening!!!
For now— it's the water splashing up against the window that catches her attention at first, the innate wrongness of the sight calling her over. Call it morbid curiosity or something else — but usually flood water ends up on the outside of buildings, and whatnot. The water out on the sidewalk is nowhere near the height that's inside, and something's not adding up ( it's splashing at about her ankles, which is high enough already; but in there? Well— ).
The bright red of a masked man drowning comes a little after that. ]
Gods! [ Lucina's rushing to the door, rattling at the handle to see if it'll open. When that doesn't work, she's going straight for her sword, her grip backwards from how she'd normally wield it, all so that she can raise it above her shoulder and slam the pommel of her sword to the glass, hard. It bounces right back off, but the impact rings through the store. ]