[ Who the fuck cares what she was doing — it's the smell of exhaust that hits her first. Smokey, but overwhelming. Rancid. The warnings of fire except worse. It snaps her out of the uncertain browsing for vehicles faster than the screeching or the warning. Lucina's head snaps up. Her entire body tenses, hand twitching for the hilt of the Falchion, a quick back step to really get out of the way with a sword in her hand before it the man's shouting clocks as a warning.
Oh. Wait. What— ] Oh, Gods. [ That was a man. A man crashed into a wall. Exhaust still hangs in the air, but it's quickly becoming a part of the background; she rushes over, the tension in her shoulders now for a completely different reason. ] Are you alright?!
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Oh. Wait. What— ] Oh, Gods. [ That was a man. A man crashed into a wall. Exhaust still hangs in the air, but it's quickly becoming a part of the background; she rushes over, the tension in her shoulders now for a completely different reason. ] Are you alright?!