[She certainly doesn't expect to see him walking around. Not after what she just witnessed. When she does see him, she stills and -- pardon the cliche -- stares at him like she's seen a ghost.
And Lydia does stare. She stares and takes him in. The grin on his lips unlike anything she's ever seen on his face before. And even the way he's wearing his clothes looks different. Mirror. She needs to be careful.
He seems friendly enough, though, so she manages to come up with a grin right back, even if it's delayed.]
Vergil. Any idea what the hell is going on in this place?
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And Lydia does stare. She stares and takes him in. The grin on his lips unlike anything she's ever seen on his face before. And even the way he's wearing his clothes looks different. Mirror. She needs to be careful.
He seems friendly enough, though, so she manages to come up with a grin right back, even if it's delayed.]
Vergil. Any idea what the hell is going on in this place?