Lucy sat up and watched as the church girl de-iced. She did look rough, but Lucy couldn't take her eyes off her. She was just so odd, but in a beautiful way. The girl couldn't be older than Lucy, and yet she seemed much older laboring away in the basement of that church. She was a tiny little thing, and yet she was so strong against those demons. And now glowing brightly and glistening with ice covering her pale skin, she looked like an angel. On top of all that was all this current weirdness: the fight, the mountains, the demons, the fact that the church girl was a freakin' superhero! This was all just too crazy.
"Who are you?" Lucy asked, not knowing where to start.