Things had been very loud for Luce recently. Metaphorically speaking anyway. It was self-inflicted so she couldn't complain about it too much either, but she did like to have a little bit of quiet every so often, so long as she could stay focussed on something, it made switching her brain off at the end of the day something of a challenge, especially because part of her didn't want to because when she did she was left thinking about banal things like how weird it still was to be sleeping alone and how in the first moments after transitioning from unconscious to conscious, before memories had a chance to click and whirr to life she could something still be a bit confused before oh yeah, she's single now and it's normal to wake up alone. Sad really.

Completely oblivious until Emma actually spoke, she started slightly, managing not to slop coffee all over the place though, merely shifting her hold on the mug and chasing its centre of gravity as she looked over her shoulder, "Hey, sorry, I didn't hear you." They were definitely still friends, Luce's inner turmoil~ over Adrien and the Cure and everything was something she had successfully managed to keep to herself thus far, it had spilled over a little here and there, mainly onto King and Abby and Jaya when her brother had turned up a little while to check up on her, or rather to reinforce his martyrdom over his wayward sister and her apparent inability to lkook after herself. Not that she was bitter about that. Smiling as she slid off the stool onto her bare feet she nodded her head over her shoulder at the spine-thing, answering the question casually and easily, apparently comfortable in the other girl's presence. "Just working while it's quiet, you know." Uh sort of, only she'd been clearly staring into space when Emma had come in... "Oh, you want coffee? I just made some," Luce pointed to the pot on the sideboard by the wall -- apparently she wasn't actually banking on sleeping tonight, and while Emma might not want a hit of caffeine at almost one in the morning it seemed rude not to at least offer, and Lucille's manners were still well and truly intact. She'd made too much, off on auto-pilot, her hands making enough for her and Kevin and King like they usually did while her brain was away with the fairies, or in this case away with the cogs and gears and bolts.