Tucking her hair behind her ears, Lydia looks back at him as he explains and she nods. The other Troubleshooter — we — got it from a mission — where. Lydia doesn't really have any reason not to believe him and, while she's no bomb expert, she doesn't really see any kind of detonator or sealed chemical containment unit in the pile of rubble he's found, so it's not like she thinks it's still active.

He says he wants to feel less helpless and Lydia knows that feeling. All too well. She doesn't realize that he's said that on purpose, though, until he continues. Lydia looks up sharply, a plethora of emotions swimming in her eyes: the sense of loss because she hadn't been able to help Allison and then she'd lost her; worry, suspicion, the helplessness that's still hungover from the mission yesterday with Barry. The memory that didn't belong to her at all... "Something like that..." she admits softly, a ghost of a smile trying to tug at the corners of her mouth and managing still to fall short of her eyes.