"Hey, what are those two monuments?"
Amy didn't respond, and it looked like she didn't need to. Lucy quickly stood and responded instead. "What's it to you? That's personal..."
Amy preferred this answer. She didn't need someone trying to kill her over it, let alone Lucy. Then, Lucy... Started showing herself off to the guy. ... Really? It was only moments later that a familiar voice (but only to Amy) spoke up.
"Amethyst, is that you??" A man stood in the doorway to the ruined house, clearly disheveled and filthy, lacking a meal in at least a week.