It may be confusing to him, then, why Lucca seemed to want to keep the atmosphere warm among such cold machinery; adding such cloying amenities as "refreshments" and "conversation" to a space where it strictly wasn't necessary.

In any case, Lucca remembers Cyrus. "Oh, uh, hi Mr. Cyrus..." She adds with a wave between calibrations. Her tone is oddly reminiscent of a scuba diver who's just noticed the silhouette of a great white shark darken the reef under them.