Lucy nodded, as if acknowledging Morgan's introduction. Which made sense, considering the two had never spoken directly to one another until now. "I see. Morgan Reid. From what I witnessed today, I can only guess that you possess the power to summon various creatures at the expense of your control. Am I correct in assuming so. . ." The red head's words trailed off as she noticed that the other girl was too preoccupied with taking mental pictures of her living room. Gazing around herself, it was understandable why someone would feel amazed at the sheer chaos displayed on her walls.

"Yes, I do have quite an interest in our world's religious aspects," she mused. "Especially for the being known as Zyaxomort. I apologize if you feel overwhelmed by any of this. I see you especially like the oil picture over there," she said matter of factually, referring to the huge picture hanging over the fireplace. She supposed it made sense. It was only natural for a summoner to be captivated by visual images. "Who knows? Perhaps, in due time, I can let you see the others." A ghost of a smile presented itself on Lucy's face. But that's all it was; a ghost. And in a heartbeat, she turned her unwavering gaze to the boy, back to her usual monotone expression.

"And what about you?"