Even if Matt could see that smile, he'd realize it was hollow because it didn't reach into her voice or her breathing. He inclines his head in a sort of nod. "If you don't mind me asking, Lydia...how old are you?" Because her voice, her experience, everything about her seems mature and without his super senses to help out, he can't really gauge her age, not without touching her skin and that's an invasion of personal space he's not ready to make right now. "I only ask because you seem...like you've been through a lot."

It was painful and dangerous, but also necessary. Without hope, people give up and then they truly were lost. "And if I had a beer, I'd toast to that."