It was with a startle and a quick whip of the head that Lucea's web of introverted tangents was broken by a cheerful chirp. The curt woman glared at the songbird perched on her shoulder, and saw unusual motion in her peripheral vision. Craning her neck around, Lucea saw the avimperist Ziera waving at her in a decidedly friendly fashion. Lucea was never too good at socializing, but she also wasn't meaninglessly rude. She slowed her pace and joined Ziera in walking, greeting her with a casual, companionable, "Hello Ziera." The photoimperist kept her gaze trained forward, though. A slight pause, likely unnoticeable from Ziera's perspective, ensued as Lucea thought of what to say. Deciding to at least choose a subject she was interested in while addressing her fellow Unit member, Lucea asked steadily, "What do you think of today's events?"