Ace pressed a knuckle against his temples. "Oh my god, you have no idea what Lacy can get into," he muttered. He shivered at the reminisce of what he had walked in on before Lacy met Dick (and once after). Z patted Ace's shoulder in sympathy, despite her humored smile. 
She lifted her hand and signed, "[i]And how would you know what Dick has done?[/i]" There was a cocky smirk on her lips, along with some other expression that suggested other ideas running through her head.