Honestly, Zagreus is being positively helpful. Relatively speaking, perhaps, but still.

"Too quick to be painful, I think," she answers, wrapping up the last of her sandwich and putting it in the fridge for later. "An explosion to kill the Master. I set it off, everything went bright, and then I woke up here." Lucy doesn't terribly mind the morbid. Or the curious, really. For all she knows, she might be dead and this is some sort of afterlife. It doesn't really feel like it, though.