Lydia shakes her head, rolling her eyes a little. "Me either. You're forensics, too, huh? Sounds like we'll be working together a lot, then." She paused, chewing her bottom lip thoughtfully. At least she wasn't the only one who was doubting her "origin." She's quiet for a moment, mulling over her thoughts in an attempt to string together something subtle and still somehow direct, not wanting to trust someone she's just met, but wanting — needing — to be able to bounce ideas off another person. It makes her miss...

...Stiles. That part of the glitch confuses her, because it makes no sense on so many levels from the name itself to whatever a nogitsune is. It's hazy, but it isn't, at the same time.

"Hmm?" she asks, distracted, buying herself a second longer to actually process his question. "No. No, I don't remember anything about this place. I mean...I do, but everything I remember feels very...orientation...y," she replies, chancing a glance in Barry's direction. "You don't believe that the glitch is just a glitch, either, do you?" she asks, throwing some caution to the wind; not all, but some.