Admittedly, Lydia's willing to brush past the events of the other day as casually as she is because it makes her feel like the one who won. It makes her feel stronger than she is and that's something Lydia never gets to feel. She needs that right now, in this place where she's all alone in a crowded room. I miss Allison... she finds herself thinking and her body stiffens at the dregs of the memory of feeling her best friend die.

"Are you saying it doesn't fit?" she asks, lifting an eyebrow and moving another piece on the board. Her eyes move to meet his and she grins. "I like Lydia better, but there's a certain ring to Crazy White Girl that commands some sort of respect, if just out of fear, no?"

She's quiet then, for a moment; thoughtful. Suddenly, Lydia leans forward against the table, looking Barry in the eye. "Do you think there's a reward for turning in traitors?" she whispers, careful to direct the soft words right at Barry so that the dull buzz of the crowd will drown it out for anyone who shouldn't be hearing it.