She was a fast learner, probably aided as much by her older brother as by her only slightly younger uncle. It did make spending time with her mom extremely easy when there was someone for the two older kids to play with while she had her baby boy to bounce around. "That's a trait she gets from both of her parents. Survivors, the whole lot of us." If it wasn't one thing, it was something else happening to them it seemed. Kaylee, Alan, the cafe shooting, everything coming out the way it did about being some twisted science project, bombings, fires, attacks from the Frye Island IRA... It made you scared of the silence because it usually meant something was happening any second and you were going to be the target.
Lucy snuggled up against him despite the fact that it wasn't that cold and just allowed herself a few moments to breathe. For at least a few seconds it could be just her and Will without any interruptions or fear. "Sure we can't go get the kids and just make a swim for it? Just keep running until we hit Canada and hide out in some town with one television that gets three channels and none of them in English until they decide we're not worth tracking down?" The problem with that was still the rest of their families. And her own abilities that likely would prove dangerous if they were in the wrong hands. She had done enough damage with good intentions. "And I'll teach everyone French and we can make up fake identities..."