Lucy
The magical girl leapt to her feat in an inhuman display of body control, no part of her body seemingly braced againgst the floor, just her id section tensed up and the next she'd flipped herself up. It was almost magical. The draft of her sudden movement lifted her skirt, and exposed her pink underwear fully for a brief moment before the skirt fell down again.
"You're being hasty Locke, him bringing it all out, all of it, is exactly what I need. It's what I need to help him and you being overly concerned for him isn't going to help anyone, least of all Steaven." She spoke with confidence, a confidence that only seemed more and more out of place, when even Steaven himself was almost a full head taller than her. She looked like a teenaer, one of those ludicrously developed ones, or perhaps she was an adult who just looked young, it was hard to tell.