"Yes, thanks," Lucy replied in French, smiling at the woman. She was really kind, doing all of this Christmas stuff, and Lucy appreciated her friendliness more than she could say.
Lucy's back had been to the door, but it only took her a second to realize what was going on. She turned to face the invaders, forgetting the glass of wine in her hand as she raised both of them in the air. She vaguely registered how calm Gene seemed to be through all of this. If Lucy were in this position, she had no idea how she'd react. Oh wait. She was in that position. Oh Christ, she thought. This is how I'm going to die.