Hearing her own name coming out of the woman's mouth sends shockwaves of pleasant nostalgia and pain; good memories just as well as the bad through Lydia and, for a moment, she just stares back up at her, blinking, with her lips parted in surprise. Everyone knows her face from that stupid video of the Anti-Specials group beating her nearly to death, but most people still don't know her name, because it wasn't said on the video and most of them don't approach her. She keeps to herself and to Ray and Barry mostly, these days. That humiliation has been enough to build a protective shell around her and Lydia isn't the same self-assured, confident woman she was before that attack.

The response comes out watery and cracked, broken from lack of use because the last time she's said Allison's name out loud, she was screaming it when she felt her die. And the last time she heard it out loud was weeks ago, when she'd been talking to Ray, the first time they'd met.

"You know, I don't know why but even though I knew your name was Lydia, I wanted to call you Allison. Isn't that weird? I mean, I don't know any Allisons but it just seemed to... stick to you."

"Allison...?"