Most of the reason Lulu came off as hard was because she'd had to be in Spira. Chappu had died, and she'd had exactly zero time to mourn him. His absence was something she'd had to accept very quickly, and she found the best way to do that was to focus on killing the thing that had killed him. As such, she kept a tight crew, forcing Wakka and Tidus to focus when they were slacking off. She supposed she'd gotten the reputation for being an ice queen because nobody in Spira had mothers, and she'd picked up the mantle without really realizing it.
"Thank you. I'm really flattered that you'd take me there." Taking his hand, she went back to the limo, careful not to flash anyone as she entered the limo. Part of her still marveled at the variety of the machnia the world had, as well as their dependence. Crossing her legs, she looked out the window, watching the world pass. "That's smart. Everyone needs their own place. Sometimes - though I loved them - I'm surprised I didn't kill some of the people I traveled with."
Turning back to him, she let her head rest on her arm, studying him. "Which of your tattoos did you get first?"