[ Not only does she not understand what is going on in the slightest, but she certainly isn't ready to be shouted at by two different synthetic devices. Lucina blinks up at the encroaching Ghost, a little bewildered by the invasion of personal space. And by, well, everything else too. Another blast bursts off in the distance and she barely flinches, which suggests either an unnatural composure or some familiarity with wartime. (It's actually a bit of both.)
Still awkwardly maintaining eye contact with Ghost, Lucina raises her watch to speak into it. ]
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Still awkwardly maintaining eye contact with Ghost, Lucina raises her watch to speak into it. ]
Understood. I will be there promptly.
[ To Ghost: ] Can you direct me?