[Internally, Lisa is wearing a very ugly expression; it wasn't enough to drop a metaphorical pan on her head the other day, now it's just a one-ton weight from a passing raincloud, and the low keening sound she's making on the inside is threatening to escape to the outside. This is. A lot of pressure indeed, and if she gets Illya hurt after all that, she's going to feel like she needs to turn in her Dreamer license and become a hermit to atone for her failure.

And yet... Illya needs her, right? Illya isn't asking for just any old Dreamer hanging out at the Union. She wants her, Lisa, specifically. And despite the pressure... that is enough, for her. She'll deal.]

I can't ask any more of you than that, right? Especially not when you're just starting out. And even if our best isn't enough, we'll make it work, somehow. That's how magical girls are supposed to act, right? We're going to go in there, and we'll do our best, and we'll shine as brightly as we can. [The smile is... slower to come, but she's working on it, as she convinces herself at the same time as Illya.] And maybe, just maybe, it'll turn out to be fun, and we'll come home smiling and celebrating our victory. Everything will be totally fine.

[Lisa is engraving that sentiment into her heart with every fiber of her being. Everything will be fine. It... has to be. It will be. If she goes in with this terror hanging over her, she's going to get them both hurt, and if she doesn't believe it, there's no way she can make Illya feel it. Everything will be fine-]