Lydia looks impressed by the name when he introduces himself; it isn't one you hear every day, in her experience. If her experience is even real experience. She takes her drink and pulls it toward herself on the table. Ten points for Maecenas for buying a pretty, underage girl a drink and not asking how old she is, she thinks with a coy smile.

He takes her wrist rather than her hand, but it doesn't make her falter. Different cultures dictate different greetings and etiquette. Lydia recognizes it from period pieces and artwork and she simply gives him a smile, returning the gesture as best as she can manage to do so smoothly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, too," she says and she finds that she means it. Distractions are good and Maecenas is providing a pretty good one right now. "How long have you been here? Or did you grow up here?" She tacks on the last question almost as an afterthought, remembering that Barry asked her the same thing and wondering if maybe that was a thing for some people here. Maybe they weren't all "clones."