[ A reaction is good. Best that sword isn't just for show — even if that's what it's been relegated to with one of Lucina's arms bound.

Arlecchino looks to the bolts in question. ]

Let's find out, shall we?

[ She extracts a lug wrench from a compartment behind the spare tire's former nest and sets it to the first bolt. It takes a bit of force to get it going, but soon Arlecchino is unbolting away. Despite her sophisticated manner of dress, she doesn't mind physical labor; she may even excel at it. It simply isn't something required of her, except in very specific circumstances. ]

In the meantime, I hope you'll satisfy my curiosity. What kind of life did you happen to lead before all this?