[Seriously, it's one surprise after another. Lucy puts his accent in Scotland, somewhere near the highlands. It's what she focuses on as the tightening in her chest doesn't stop, exactly, but eases only slightly.]

I don't know.

[It's as honest as she can be before she looks up at him, shaking her head. Her dark ponytail is coming loose - should really fix that, comes a distracted thought - but it sways back and forth as she stares.] My chest. It started when I touched something I shouldn't have. [She can admit that much.] The plants, they're not normal. But first it was my finger, then my wrist...

[She trails off as the tightness returns.]