Lucy sighed, her arms swinging up and folding across her chest. That was changing the subject, not an answer, and, knowing he was well aware of the fact, she gave him an almost disappointed look. A part of her wanted to say it, to argue that he was just standing around and letting it happen, but the hand sitting on her waist made her feel otherwise, and she shrugged. "Alright," she conceded, though her answer lacked conviction. "Alright, let's go. We've got stuff to pick up, too."