She falls for a split second before she lands on a couch. Well, on the occupant of the couch more than the couch itself.

"- I'm so sorry - where am I, I don't understand -"

"Wha- uh-" Lucien starts fumbling around looking for his PRT issued panic button.

"- you're a block from Allston street?? How did you get here."

"Allston street in what city, I think somebody must have teleported me only if you don't know about that happening either I can't imagine why, I can think of reasons to want to kidnap awakening espers but not to put them on random bystanders' couches?"

It's not in his desk, where the hell is the panic- oh. He turned it in when he agreed to work with the Undersiders, since he is no longer a Ward and they wouldn't answer it anyways. Hrm, possibly he should call Tattletale when he is panicing instead???

"Uh, you are in Brockton Bay. Assuming espers is your local word for capes I'm guessing you are rather far from home?" 

"Esper is the title of the Wikipedia article so I don't think it's very local? I... don't know where Brockton Bay is though... I'm from Toronto? How far am I from Toronto?"

"Uh, maybe 8 hours driving - I'm confused by you not knowing where Brockton Bay is."

Also something is bugging him about her that he can't quite place.

"Okay, uh, do you maybe have a phone I could borrow - is this the States -"

"Uh, you can use mine in a few minutes maybe - yes this is in the States. There was a Leviathan attack a month ago, we would have been in the news?"

The way she.... says words or something?

"Is that a dungeon? I don't know every named dungeon, I do follow the news but I don't know that one. Um I am trying to be very cooperative with figuring out what the fuck on the grounds that I too would really like to know but also it turns out my backlash is being really really lonely and could I perhaps trouble you for a hug in the meantime? Like a really really long hug. Like actually this is just going to keep happening to me all week."

... What. That is. Such a request. And extremely suspicious coming from a random girl who appeared in his room out of nowhere!!

"Uh, is backlash the result of some Master power? Also how do you not know about Leviathan. Also called Jormungand? He's the Endbringer that sank Newfoundland." 

He keeps his distance from her while he dials Tattletale's number. In retrospect he should have been quicker about getting a new taser after he left the Wards. What is it about how she's speaking that is pinging him so much... 

"I don't know what my powers are going to be yet, they won't kick in till the end of the week. ...also the last time I heard anything about Newfoundland it didn't... sink?" That's apparently a no on the hug. She curls up very small and sad.

Oh god her voice sounds exactly like Lorica. A Lorica who he is being the absolute worst person to right now and he hates this so much but also he really really should not hug the possible Stranger.

"It sank in 2005? I don't know of powers that predictably take a week to appear. Also I am so sorry."

Tattletale doesn't pick up on the first ring.

"Okay well maybe I'm having a complete psychotic break, I guess. Complete with seventeen years of remembering Newfoundland being totally fine and remembering it being pretty common knowledge that espers awaken and have powers show up after hell week. 2005 was before I was even born."

Someone who is not Tattletale picks up on the second ring:

"Tattletale is indisposed right now, but if you tell me the nature of your call I can forward it on as appropriate,"

"A possible Stranger who sounds exactly like Lorica teleported into my room and asked me to hug her whatamisupposedtodo?????"

"Forwarding you to Tattletale," says the secretary.

"Mrrr?" comes the extremely unhappy Tattletale who is in the middle of what promises to be a truly epic migraine, even without this interruption that presumably is about to make everything so much worse.

Lucien can repeat the question, adding in that the Stranger sounds like she is not from this Earth maybe.

.... It would be really nice if he could say that slower so she wouldn't have to use her power to parse it, but explaining this sounds way too hard. 

"Speaker mode." She says, waiting a moment.

"Stranger, say words." 

"...is Lorica a codename or just a regular name? It's not my name, I'm May."

"It's another person," he replies.

"Is that enough?" Because he would like to go back to causing at most one person a terrible time and really ideally zero people.

Goddammit why can't this be over.

"No. Life goals?"

"I don't even know what powers I'm going to get! It really depends on that! Like if I can do dungeons I'll do that and if I'm a healing esper that's cool as fuck and if I'm having a psychotic break I want to get medicated enough that I can go be an epidemiologist!"

"Ts a Lorica. 'nd trustworthy. Bye." and she hangs up and vomits into the strategically placed bucket next to her bed.

That sort of clears things up but not really all that much!

"I'm so sorry, I can answer things now. Alsodoyoustillwantahug??"