Lacy looked up at her. She was no stranger to that look. She had encountered too many times to count. "Dick will have to forgive me on this one," she muttered with a sigh. "But I can't let you hurt Z. You're putting yourself into a situation you have no idea how bad will get." She didn't want to fight Senna; she really didn't. They were both great fighters, but if it came down to it, then she might have to [i]actually[/i] hurt the girl. Almost on cue, Lacy's eyes flashed fully green with narrowed slits for pupils.