[Lucina's smile softens, thinking briefly of some of the lengthy talk she and Nero shared getting each other up to speed on all that had changed since their link between mirrors had vanished. he downplayed the culture shock...except when it felt right to him to downplay himself with culture shock; Lucina imagines the truth lay somewhere in-between those two points, neither of which could refute how jarring going from one sense of space to another could be.

it's easier for her to think that now, having done so herself, naturally.

she's obliged to think on that only briefly because Sully remarking about all the "little blocks folks're touting" makes her double-take in confusion.]

Oh--the phones? It's like the one Nero has. Most people have them. [...] Ah...they're...probably taking pictures of us? Given your attire... [quickly:] But that's not strange! Even the local guards of this city get their pictures taken a lot! People like to do that. You needn't pay heed if you don't want to.

[speaking of pictures--]