Something about that struck a chord, made her stomach twist as she realized what must have been going on. What he was describing was a feeling that Lucy knew all too well, and had acted on once before, though far less sensibly; it left her with only one question, no longer having to wonder what might have prompted something like this. Her own recent losses still fresh in her mind, she frowned, and no longer giving a damn, stepped close enough to rest a hand lightly on his shoulder. She had been through this enough times to know how much it hurt.

"Better than taking it out on a concrete wall, at least," she offered, though there was no levity in the statement, despite the self-deprecating edge to her words. At her side, her fingers flexed; she'd been lucky, she supposed, that there was no serious damage done when she had gone and punched the side of the Compound. Hardly her proudest moment, though it had felt good, too, in its way. She exhaled heavily before he could respond, voice lowering as she asked, "Who was it?"