Ronan has her gun, she sees, when she catches sight of him moving toward them and everything is happening so fast that she doesn't actually notice the blood dribbling from the blond guy's ear until they've gotten into the store shouting at her bots to lower the gate in emergency lockdown once she's sure Ronan is inside, too, and clear of the gate. It slams down with impressive speed, locking them inside the store and she can see the A.S.S. coming at them through the bars before the steel sheet comes down to seal them off from the Commissary completely.
He's pulled his hand from her grip and she can't really blame him. It takes a second to register the blood for what it actually is and her hands move to cover her mouth for a second before falling away again. Her expression is positively pained with apology. "Oh my God...oh, sweetie, I'm sorry! I didn't—I've never been able to do that before, I just had the memories of how to with no actual experience to back it, oh God...oh God, are you okay? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" she gasps, before her hands make it back to her face, covering her mouth. Every part of her wants to move to him to check him and make sure he's okay, but she stops herself, assuming he won't want any part of it.
Lydia's backed herself against a now-empty shelf and she's shaking like a leaf as she finally finished processing everything that she's just seen; everything she's just done. The blond boy is bleeding. She'd killed someone. ...technically she'd frozen them and another A.S.S. member killed them by breaking the statue they'd turned into, but still. The scream had come and she'd channeled it without shattering anything more than a few light fixtures.
My scream is like a nuclear bomb. You need yours to be like a bullet.
Her stomach turns with worry. Matt's probably out there. Allison almost definitely is. She's just locked them, plus Cisco and Tony out of the store, so if they haven't got their weapons, they can't have them now. The blond boy is bleeding from the ears because of her scream. The blond boy is bleeding, the blond boy is bleeding, the blond boy is bleeding.
Lydia starts to cry. It's silent and it's not in despair; just soundless tears and hyperventilating for a few seconds before she finally gets a hold on herself. Her breathing goes back to normal almost as quickly as it went out of control. The tears keep coming but she lowers her hands from her mouth and when she speaks, it's calmer than she actually looks or feels.
"A.S.S," she answers. "I'll bet my life on it. They're Alphas; they're the Anti-Specials Society. They beat the shit out of me and left me for dead a few months ago. They even videotaped the whole thing and sent it to the rest is the Specials as a warning. I'll bet anything it's them."
Lydia takes a deep, shaky breath and lets it out again just as shakily before the tears finally slow to a stop and she wipes her eyes with her palms, almost definitely smudging her makeup. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm really sorry," she whispers because a lump has risen into the back of her throat cutting off the sound.
She needs to ask for her gun back, but that can wait.
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He's pulled his hand from her grip and she can't really blame him. It takes a second to register the blood for what it actually is and her hands move to cover her mouth for a second before falling away again. Her expression is positively pained with apology. "Oh my God...oh, sweetie, I'm sorry! I didn't—I've never been able to do that before, I just had the memories of how to with no actual experience to back it, oh God...oh God, are you okay? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" she gasps, before her hands make it back to her face, covering her mouth. Every part of her wants to move to him to check him and make sure he's okay, but she stops herself, assuming he won't want any part of it.
Lydia's backed herself against a now-empty shelf and she's shaking like a leaf as she finally finished processing everything that she's just seen; everything she's just done. The blond boy is bleeding. She'd killed someone. ...technically she'd frozen them and another A.S.S. member killed them by breaking the statue they'd turned into, but still. The scream had come and she'd channeled it without shattering anything more than a few light fixtures.
My scream is like a nuclear bomb. You need yours to be like a bullet.
Her stomach turns with worry. Matt's probably out there. Allison almost definitely is. She's just locked them, plus Cisco and Tony out of the store, so if they haven't got their weapons, they can't have them now. The blond boy is bleeding from the ears because of her scream. The blond boy is bleeding, the blond boy is bleeding, the blond boy is bleeding.
Lydia starts to cry. It's silent and it's not in despair; just soundless tears and hyperventilating for a few seconds before she finally gets a hold on herself. Her breathing goes back to normal almost as quickly as it went out of control. The tears keep coming but she lowers her hands from her mouth and when she speaks, it's calmer than she actually looks or feels.
"A.S.S," she answers. "I'll bet my life on it. They're Alphas; they're the Anti-Specials Society. They beat the shit out of me and left me for dead a few months ago. They even videotaped the whole thing and sent it to the rest is the Specials as a warning. I'll bet anything it's them."
Lydia takes a deep, shaky breath and lets it out again just as shakily before the tears finally slow to a stop and she wipes her eyes with her palms, almost definitely smudging her makeup. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm really sorry," she whispers because a lump has risen into the back of her throat cutting off the sound.
She needs to ask for her gun back, but that can wait.