Lydia lets herself fall apart in Barry's arms...but only for a minute. She gives herself a minute and then she shuts it off again. She hates feeling weak. She hates feeling vulnerable.

I'm not like you guys. I don't have claws or glowing eyes or super senses. I just have voices in my head.

Clearing her throat, Lydia lets go and steps back, holding the laser loosely out to him. Her hand is still shaking, but she tells herself if she doesn't see it, then it isn't really happening, so she moves her eyes to his face and makes an effort to look neutral when she does. "I don't want this..." she admits. "...and I wasn't paying attention...I don't know which way we came or how to get back, so I really hope you do..."