Lucie dared not let her exhaustion show on her face. She hadn't had to exert herself like this for a while. Not that the chase itself had tired her out, as opposed to carrying an adult woman for something like half an hour. Contrary to popular belief, being a slender woman did not mean that you were automatically light to carry. 

She stood silent and watched as Adam unceremoniously executed Isabeau, and found herself impressed. Her amber eyes rested on the still-warm corpse for a moment before she looked at Adam once more, silently appraising him. "It seems I will have the alter my assessment of you. I did not expect you to carry out your own judgement, and certainly not with such extreme prejudice, or lack of hesitation." She offered the head of the House an acknowledging nod. "You have my respects." 

She then turned to look at the rest of them, noting the various states they were in. Aleksandra looked no worse for wear. She had some bruises, it looked like, but she was in a far better condition than Lily, who was all but knocked out from the looks of it. She pursed her lips, listening to Adam and Ren bicker. They did need to gather what notes and the like Isabeau had collected, didn't they? If not there was the risk of not only the common populace learning of their psychic abilities, but also the—she glanced at the unmoving body of the monstrosity from before—possibility of bringing something dead back to life. As if the story of Carmilla was not dreadful enough. At least people knew that was only make-believe, and the fanciful imagination of an individual. 

She sighed and turned back to Adam, only to find him already walking away, down a nearby path. She glanced briefly back and forth between the receding form of Adam, and her companions. Of all of them, she was probably the one least shaken by the events, on account of not having faced that [i]thing[/i], instead tasked with catching their fugitive. She made her decision.

"Aleksandra, help Ren and Lily, and return to the House, and rest. I will help Adam with the rest." She then turned and jogged after him, catching up soon enough and settled alongside her fellow Psychic. "I find that jacket is a little too big for you," She said, attempting to lighten the mood, however little she could. "I take it, it's not a fashion statement?"