"Yup, that's me," she admitted, not realising that it was anything surprising. He knew him, then. That was a really good start. "So, he is-" she stopped short as Mitchell shouted. That answered her question.
On hearing Mitchell shout, Malcolm headed through to see what he was yelling about. Here for him? What the fuck? Who the hell was coming to see him unannounced? It wasn't usual.
When he walked into the room, he felt like he'd been punched in the stomach, standing in stunned silence, almost forgetting that he was meant to breathe.
"Hey, yeah, aquarium and island and whatever. I need to shower. I need to sleep," Lucy started, before catching the particularly weird expression on his face. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" she blurted out.