Lucy tilts her head, genuinely intrigued by how horrified Erichtonios seems by her description. She guesses it makes sense; the picture he'd painted of his world was totally different.

"Dunno. If they kick us Otherworlders out, I'd have to go back, I guess," she drawls. "But if we're allowed to stay..."

She trails off, lifting a shoulder in an idle shrug, a motion that's far, far more casual than she actually feels about the issue.

"It's nice here. I'm not going to go bankrupt if I get sick, and I'm pretty sure the apartments they put us up in wouldn't kick me out within the hour if I was struggling with money. It's all really... forgiving."