—At the sound of the deep voice, Lucy’s eyes widen and she starts shivering just a bit. She doesn’t bother to even turn around to glance at the Koopa. She lets the beads of sweat run down her face and proceed to get caught by her tongue in the process. This isn’t good.
She wants to say no—she can even squeak it, but nothing comes out. Instead, she stands there in a quiet, panic-y state, hoping that if she stands still, the monster will go away.—