While she doesn't need the praise, it's still nice to hear. Lydia shifts a little in her seat. Knowing who one person in a group is doesn't necessarily mean they can learn the rest of the people in the group, but the thought of that does make Lydia feel a little better.

"I just want them stopped. I don't want them to hurt anybody else," she whispers back. She makes a mental note to mention it to Barry when she gets to work later. Maybe they can turn her in for treason. The A.S.S. is, after all, technically a secret society, isn't it?

"How many more?" she asks, snapping herself out of her train of thought. It's too soon for that. Turning one of them in just means the rest will retaliate. "I'm so over this," she adds, a little smile sliding over her lips even though it falls a little short of her eyes.