Lucy wasn't quite sure what was being celebrated today -- she'd have to do a little research on which war was being memorialized here, and all that -- but she did recognize infectious community spirit when she saw it! And celebrating public safety workers seemed like an incredibly noble cause to her, too, so she was here and people-watching and hesitantly helping herself to some food and a soda while she was at it.

"Oh! I'm good, thank you," Lucy told him with a wave of her soda can, though she also recognized an opportunity for information when she saw one. "Are you one of the --" she consulted, briefly, to make sure she had the right phrase, "first responders? Or do they just have you doing their cooking for them?"

She could kind of suss out the meaning there, even if it wasn't terminology she was familiar with.

"Lucy MacLean," she offered, juggling her plate and drink a little so she could stick a hand (with that necrotic index finger, no big deal) out for a shake. "Seems like you're a ways from home, though. Hawaii?"

Lucy actually knew very little about the Hawaii of her time, but given the kitsch and Americana of pre-war sensibilities and decor, she was familiar with a distant idea of Hawaii, at least. Hula girls. Ukuleles. Pineapples.

Lucy was doing her best to follow along, she really was. Plane she knew, Naval she could figure out.

But she was puzzled, all the same, and it showed all over her face.

"Coach like...for a team?" she asked, her tone making it abundantly clear that she knew she was missing something here.

"Oh, that makes sense," Lucy noted, eyeing Steve and immediately thinking of how well Chet, who had a similar build, would fit into a situation like that. (Poorly.) "I'm from -- well, Vault 33, but I'm told 'Los Angeles' is the better answer to use around here."

Even if the LA area Lucy was used to was almost unrecognizable compared to what it looked like now. (Even pre-war Los Angeles. For one thing, the sign in the hills here just said, 'Hollywood,' with no mention of, like, sponsorship.)

"Got it in one," Lucy noted, looking impressed. "It's 2296 back home."

A pause, and then, because people seemed curious, she noted, "We have a good while before the bombs fall, if you're worried."

"Not to minimize the danger of a single nuclear bomb," Lucy hedged -- having, recently, seen the damage a single nuke could do to a town, for example, "but where I'm from...like, hundreds were dropped. Hundreds. The whole country...."

And then, as though worried it seemed like she didn't think Steve and his partner were heroic for their efforts -- she did! -- she added, "But I'm glad you guys stopped that one!"