"No, no it's my fault. Really." Guy built like him? Should really keep a better eye out. Not that Ray's bulky enough to cause much damage -- hell, not like he's got much idea how, either.

So it's an apology that comes out immediately and though it's practiced, the way Ray slows down and takes stock is borne of real concern. His hands flit about before clasping in front of him, some weird urge to steady Lydia by the shoulders squelched with minimal effort.

"Oh-- you're new, right? Well, new-ish. Technically we're all new it's just there's been a lot of-- uh, turnover lately." As one of only three women among the specials, now? Unfortunately Lydia stands out a bit. He holds his hand out to her, accompanied with a smile to hopefully glaze over the fact that two of his friends have now been carted off for treason. Were Ray a bit more discerning he might start to worry about his reputation. Or that he's cursed somehow.

"Lydia, isn't it? I'm Ray. Ray Palmer. I'm sorry I didn't get to introduce myself earlier."