(Lucretia is also wandering, lost in thought. The Chalice has pitched her forward into the future a good while, and she's still slowly processing the implications of everything that has happened over the course of her life.
She bumps into him just as much as he into her, shaking her head as he apologises.)
It's alright– I wasn't looking where I was going. (Then, glancing up, her expression softens.) Oh, Cain. It's... it's good to see you.
(Sort of. She has a strange relationship with her future body; on one hand, she finally looks as old as she feels, but on the other hand she knows her appearance may prove shocking to others.)
quarentine!
She bumps into him just as much as he into her, shaking her head as he apologises.)
It's alright– I wasn't looking where I was going. (Then, glancing up, her expression softens.) Oh, Cain. It's... it's good to see you.
(Sort of. She has a strange relationship with her future body; on one hand, she finally looks as old as she feels, but on the other hand she knows her appearance may prove shocking to others.)