Luce doesn't know J, not as much as she'd like to, but that doesn't mean she doesn't pick up something is amiss. There's her tune, recuperated and seeming a little more like it should be. More like it was that first strange time they met in a dream.

She doesn't nudge him or anything, but there's a trill of concern in her as she stops by and smiles down to him. If he removes his headphones, she waggles her fingers at him.

"Listening to anything good?"