"No," Lydia replies, taking a deep breath and sighing it out her nostrils. "It doesn't. I don't think they care that we're here so much as they care that we didn't have to work our way up to RED, which is the stupidest thing, like if we had a choice, we'd have picked RED. Fucking morons," she muttered the last bit bitterly, rolling her eyes.

Her eyes shift back to Matt's face and she turns into her side again to look at him. "You're welcome," she says just as sincerely.

"Sounds to me like we're both from interesting places, in that case, sweetie," she replies, her eyebrows arched in both surprise and interest. She wonders, honestly, what he means when he says "inhumans," but she doesn't ask.