"Not very," Lucy answered truthfully, unable to help the defensive edge rising in her voice. She hated this, their barely speaking, and the fact that exchanging all of two lines of dialogue felt like a standoff of sorts. "I was just, you know -" she stammered, gesturing to the path behind her with one hand, "- out walking. From...from the church." Despite the tension, she saw no reason not to tell him. Even if he asked, it wasn't as if what had prompted her to go held no significance for him.