This place continues to shake Lydia, but she stubbornly refuses to let it break her again. She doesn't ever want to be or feel that weak again. With Matt teaching her to fight, Cisco and Tony making weapons, and Gucci collecting data while now always at her side, she feels marginally safe, but things like the shooting and the bombings still admittedly make her nervous. She only ever lets Matt see it.
So when Steve arrives, Lydia gives him a smile and gets to her feet. It's a little slow in the store this time of the day when most of the lower level clearance — who happen to be her best and most regular customers because they can't get her quality of product anywhere else in the Commissary or Black Market without it costing an arm and a leg — have to head back to their stations after their lunch breaks. There's a lone other YELLOW Alpha near the bar soaps, lifting each tester and sniffing them as she tries to decide which she likes. When Lydia greets Steve with a cheerful, "hey stranger!" the YELLOW Alpha looks over her shoulder, tenses, and grabs the first bar of soap that catches her eye on the shelf, quickly making her way to the counter.
"One second, sorry," she says and instead greets her customer, a little friendly chatter escaping her as she rings the soap up and puts it into a cute little paper bag, inspired without a doubt, by Victoria's Secret back home. Once the shopper scurries back out of the store, Lydia's attention is back on Steve. "How's it going?" she asks as she pulls her PDC out, knowing he'd intended to come see some of the commercials. She's got the cuts on her PDC still while she and Gracie do final tweaks before they air.
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So when Steve arrives, Lydia gives him a smile and gets to her feet. It's a little slow in the store this time of the day when most of the lower level clearance — who happen to be her best and most regular customers because they can't get her quality of product anywhere else in the Commissary or Black Market without it costing an arm and a leg — have to head back to their stations after their lunch breaks. There's a lone other YELLOW Alpha near the bar soaps, lifting each tester and sniffing them as she tries to decide which she likes. When Lydia greets Steve with a cheerful, "hey stranger!" the YELLOW Alpha looks over her shoulder, tenses, and grabs the first bar of soap that catches her eye on the shelf, quickly making her way to the counter.
"One second, sorry," she says and instead greets her customer, a little friendly chatter escaping her as she rings the soap up and puts it into a cute little paper bag, inspired without a doubt, by Victoria's Secret back home. Once the shopper scurries back out of the store, Lydia's attention is back on Steve. "How's it going?" she asks as she pulls her PDC out, knowing he'd intended to come see some of the commercials. She's got the cuts on her PDC still while she and Gracie do final tweaks before they air.