Lucy scoffs before she can help herself, her resigned expression shifting into one of bitter distaste. For Max's sake, if nothing else, she'd wanted to try to make this go smoothly, but it's becoming increasingly clear that that was never going to be a possibility, and she should have known better. They may be in a different world, the problems at hand may have changed, but this still feels painfully familiar. "Yeah, you know what, maybe I have changed," she retorts. "Back in New York, I stayed in a relationship where I was miserable months longer than I should have. Now I know better. I've been done a long fucking time."