Lydia shakes her head and looks graciously apologetic. "Call it a draw?" she offers, because she hadn't been looking at all, so she know she ought to shoulder at least some of the blame.
She looks curiously at his somewhat awkward gesticulations, but doesn't call them out. It hadn't really occurred to her that she was that much in the minority of the specials, but he seems to know who she is already, so she must be. To her, the group are largely a sea of faces and she'd failed to take notice of men versus women in the numbers because she doesn't really think it matters much. Apparently, others notice these things. "Oh, uh...yeah, sort of." She teeters on continuing before pressing her lips together to stop herself. Just because Barry agreed with her doesn't mean that everyone will and the last thing she wants is to end up back in that stupid orientation again. "I know what you mean, yeah, I'm newish," she clarifies with a smile, shaking his hand.
"Lydia, yeah," she agrees. "Nice to meet you, Ray."
Heroes do that, Ray.
Her eyes narrow slightly and her face scrunches as she shakes her head as if to push the dream away. That's...weird, to make that sort of connection. She was the person in the dream, so there's no way of knowing whether his name is coincidental or maybe the name in the dream was. Maybe they'd met before and neither of them remember because there are so many people in this place, Specials or not. "No, that's okay, sorry, I feel like that name is familiar, maybe we met in passing a couple of days ago or something and it was in passing or something." She pauses and murmurs mostly to herself, eyebrows arched with incredulity. "Or maybe this place is just driving me insane."
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She looks curiously at his somewhat awkward gesticulations, but doesn't call them out. It hadn't really occurred to her that she was that much in the minority of the specials, but he seems to know who she is already, so she must be. To her, the group are largely a sea of faces and she'd failed to take notice of men versus women in the numbers because she doesn't really think it matters much. Apparently, others notice these things. "Oh, uh...yeah, sort of." She teeters on continuing before pressing her lips together to stop herself. Just because Barry agreed with her doesn't mean that everyone will and the last thing she wants is to end up back in that stupid orientation again. "I know what you mean, yeah, I'm newish," she clarifies with a smile, shaking his hand.
"Lydia, yeah," she agrees. "Nice to meet you, Ray."
Heroes do that, Ray.
Her eyes narrow slightly and her face scrunches as she shakes her head as if to push the dream away. That's...weird, to make that sort of connection. She was the person in the dream, so there's no way of knowing whether his name is coincidental or maybe the name in the dream was. Maybe they'd met before and neither of them remember because there are so many people in this place, Specials or not. "No, that's okay, sorry, I feel like that name is familiar, maybe we met in passing a couple of days ago or something and it was in passing or something." She pauses and murmurs mostly to herself, eyebrows arched with incredulity. "Or maybe this place is just driving me insane."