Taking a deep breath, still shaking a little where she's lowering herself to sit on the floor, Lydia nods. "Yeah," she confirms in response to Ronan. "Yeah, I predict death. The scream wasn't always the weapon it is now. It just used to clear out the cobwebs. I have voices..." she pauses, knowing how crazy she sounds. "Had. I had voices in my head that would tell me when someone was going to die. Sometimes it would be specific enough to know everything: who, where, when, how..." her voice trails off and she wets her lips, frowning.

"I hadn't missed the ability, trust me."

But now? Now that she can use the scream to protect herself and other people? Now that she could use the scream to blow up the Computer if she could ever find where they house it here? Now? Now, she's going to be missing it, because she can't feel it anymore.

Her eyes move over to the blond boy and she smiles a little. "I'm Lydia," she replies softly before looking down. "I don't think that the back room has a back exit, but we can look," she offers, looking back up again a moment later, her eyes moving between the two boys. "Or we can just wait out the noise and go back when it's quiet." Her eyes move back to Ronan specifically. "Can I have my gun back, now? Please?"