If Ray is going for a more genuine smile, he's gone far in the wrong direction. Lydia's breath hitches and the color drains from her face as her eyes widen and she looks up at him. One of her feet moves as if to take a step back while the rest of her body fights it because she knows he's not a threat and, really, how could he know?

"That was my best friend's name," she tells him, attempting to regain her composure and recover. At least, she's trying to look the part. "She died," she adds, as if to explain her reaction.