He's looking over the map when when he hears the sound of approaching footsteps. He's pretty sure it's going to be the foreman asking him why he hasn't left already, but instead there's a vision of red in front him. Barry raises his eyebrows in surprise, hesitating a minute before reaching out to take her hand.

"Hi, Lydia. I'm Barry," he says giving her a smile. A smile that only widens in relief when she pulls the map out of her pocket. "It's okay, I'm usually the one running late."

The weight of his own gun is in his pocket and he still doesn't know how he feels about that. Lydia doesn't seem too bothered by it. "I hope you know where we're going."