Lydia takes a deep breath and lets it out in a soft sigh. She hasn't talked to him a lot about home, but some of the things she's seen and done...well. "I think I'll be okay. Let's hope I don't ever have to bother using it, but honestly if I have to do something ugly to stay alive, I'll deal with the ugly thing later."

Steve's moving her hand and her eyes are on his face until he stops to speak again. At that point, her eyes shift down to her fingers against his throat and already, she's got a bad feeling about where this is going, because most people probably don't realize just how vulnerable that part of the body can be. Lydia doesn't have to be an expert to know that, though. It's largely unprotected bone; it's literally the windpipe.

Her eyes move back to his face and she swallows thickly, nodding and attempting to keep her expression open but neutral. "Yes," she says to acknowledge it aloud, her way of prodding him to continue.