Lydia smirks, amused. She knows the bright yellow of the jumpsuit looks terrible on her, but she appreciates the specification all the same. Tony makes her miss her father and resent him all in the same breath, because the way that she and Tony interact reminds her of the way she and her dad used to. ...before he decided that divorcing her mother meant he also had to walk out of Lydia's life completely. "It's a nice tone, I could get used to it," she says with a smirk.
It isn't lost on Lydia that she's piqued Tony's interest with that statement. Good. That'll make the recruitment conversation maybe a little easier. Worst case scenario, she pulls out the pouty bottom lip and the Disney princess eyes on him. She's reasonably certain that they'll work as well on Tony as they did on Steve.
Blowing off the buffet and bar for the moment surprises Lydia just a little, but she's happy to go with it since that's what she came over for, anyway. It isn't often that she gets to actually talk to Cisco and Tony about their progress and while now isn't really the time or place, the temptation is there.
As they make their way to the floor and find themselves a space, Lydia moves her free hand to Tony's back and lets him lead her. She's never actually learned to ballroom dance, but maybe he knows how. He probably knows how.
"Everything going all right with the manufacturing bots?" she asks, slipping into a sort of unofficial code the three of them have worked out. "You think you've got an ETA on when I can start mass production with the unused machines?" Translation: When do I get a cool weapon, are you guys almost done yet? She's a little impatient, she can't help it.
If he wants her to keep talking about the secret society, he's going to have to bring it up because Lydia is currently very intentionally biding her time.
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It isn't lost on Lydia that she's piqued Tony's interest with that statement. Good. That'll make the recruitment conversation maybe a little easier. Worst case scenario, she pulls out the pouty bottom lip and the Disney princess eyes on him. She's reasonably certain that they'll work as well on Tony as they did on Steve.
Blowing off the buffet and bar for the moment surprises Lydia just a little, but she's happy to go with it since that's what she came over for, anyway. It isn't often that she gets to actually talk to Cisco and Tony about their progress and while now isn't really the time or place, the temptation is there.
As they make their way to the floor and find themselves a space, Lydia moves her free hand to Tony's back and lets him lead her. She's never actually learned to ballroom dance, but maybe he knows how. He probably knows how.
"Everything going all right with the manufacturing bots?" she asks, slipping into a sort of unofficial code the three of them have worked out. "You think you've got an ETA on when I can start mass production with the unused machines?" Translation: When do I get a cool weapon, are you guys almost done yet? She's a little impatient, she can't help it.
If he wants her to keep talking about the secret society, he's going to have to bring it up because Lydia is currently very intentionally biding her time.