It doesn't answer her question, but Lucy can only assume he's going to get around to that, casting him a slightly bemused smile as she starts carefully unwrapping the box he's handed her, using a fingernail to slice the tape so she doesn't have to rip the paper. She doubts it would really matter if she did, but being careful is an old habit, one she's had since childhood, even when both her siblings tore away at everything. Feeling a brief surge of satisfaction when she manages to keep the wrapping paper in one piece, she holds it in the same hand as the box when she removes the latter's lid, audibly drawing in a breath once she's done so.

What she was expecting, she isn't sure. The box is a size that could have held a piece of jewelry, or any number of other small little trinkets. Instead, looking down at a key, she's uncertain only for a moment before things start fitting together in her head. Maybe this really does answer her question. Looking up at Steve again, she tries, for a few seconds, to come up with the right response. All she manages, though, is, "Is this..."