Sougo’s question comes off a surprise to her, not to a startling degree, but it was an inquiry she never dreamed of receiving. There’s a smile that appears on her lips before a thoughtful pause as she skitters across the room the shelf. She grasps it tightly, signaling with a nod that she had secured the other end. “Well, I don’t think there’s much you can do. Usually magic restores itself after rest and time. There’s only certain types of people who can restore it on their own, but it’s usually due to an external factor.” Like Natsu and his fire, or even when performing a joint magic, but after much secondary consideration, maybe it was the miracle performed by the users themselves. That was a thought.

“I’m ready when you are.” She took in his idea and agreed wholeheartedly (though, admittedly there was an ample amount of (unsure) at his hangover comment). The zombies strength was only in their numbers, they lacked intelligence and their speed hardly met up with theirs so there was that advantage as well. Regardless, if they did make it through, they had the advantage of terrain and weapons. “As long as you don’t start drinking. We wouldn’t a repeat of--”

The day you confessed, but …. how embarrassing. Lucy forcibly shifts her thoughts elsewhere. What was she doing reflecting on that moment at a time like this? … especially with a guy who’s idea of romance was a bathroom party for two.