Lucien is in civvies and thus totally not a supervillain maybe or something. He trusts Transit not to be unreasonable about this.

"Hi - uh, May this is Transit, Lorica's dad, Transit this is May, a Lorica."

"Um. Hi."

"Hullo, May. Thank you for looking after her," he adds to Lucien.

"You have a very nice supersuit and it doesn't look cuddly at all."

"...yeah. Is that going to be a problem? Less than a minute from here to where I'd be bringing you."

"I can live with it for a minute."

She shouldn't have to! But Lucien is not actually going to offer to go with them. That would probably be a step too far.

"I can uh, come by and help whenever." 

"I'll drop her off if necessary. Thank you."

He takes May's hand, and he vanishes. Outside, the drone flies away.

.... but he didn't get to say goodbye.

Well, he can call Rete to be put through to her if he wants.

No, he's pretty sure that would be terribly rude and he has catching up on Undersider work to do.

May has the idea herself after a while. Ring ring.

"Hi!" 

"Hiiii it's me I panicked about bothering, uh, alternate universe Dad, too much, and he talked to the robot for me and it put me through to you, are you free to talk inordinate amounts on the phone?"

"Oh, I uh. Have already scheduled a few meetings but can talk for an hour and a half and then again maybe half an hour after that for another hour?"

"An hour and a half is good, that's a decent break for whatever undisclosed number of people may be looking after me over here! What are your meetings about?"

"I found a bakery and an Italian place that are conveniently located, along with a few other options, am going to meet with them about the logistics behind setting up a sort of main street with functioning restaurants."

Lucien updates the various people that there meetings are actually going to need to be at this address (across the street from him), and tells the people who haven't scheduled that he's out of time slots for day but will get back to them asap about tomorrow, and tells a couple of the Undersider mercenaries to clean up and secure the place across the street by fifteen minutes before his first meeting starts there.

"Oh cool, I hope you guys didn't scare their owners too badly working that out."

"I'm pretty sure I'm more scared of them then they are of me."

"Why, what could they do?"

"Scold me for my ignorance of what sort of power they need for pizza ovens, or something."

"Why would they expect you to know that?"

"Because I should do my background research before asking for a meeting with them, maybe."

"They're probably used to meetings with people who, like, want catering, or who are going to redo the restaurant floors, or something, they can't reasonably expect that."

"They could be very unreasonable restaurateur."