"Mmhmm," she confirmed with a little smile, cutting a cubic inch-sized section of the polyurethane foam and pushing the rest aside. "If I can get the same chemical reaction consistently enough and I can find...well, smuggle...enough foam out of the forensics lab, I might even make us all pillows," she says, looking back at him with a smirk. "But you get yours last, for scaring me every time I come in here by myself," she joked.

Dick came closer like maybe he wanted to look on and see how she was doing it. Reaching for a beaker and then a dropper, Lydia used her free hand to turn on the little lab faucet on the counter. "It's pretty cool actually. It took me a while to get the formula right, but..." her voice trailed off and she shrugged as she started with the water base and shut off the faucet again. Then, Lydia started to carefully mix her polyol.

There were more important things Lydia could be doing with her chemistry genius, like making explosives — she actually happened to be very good at that — but, for the moment, she wanted to fly under the Computer's radar. If she was making makeup, then she was a loyal, enthusiastic citizen with entrepreneurial prowess. Once she had solidified that persona and it wasn't suspicious for her to be mixing new compounds in a lab all the time, well. Then that would be another story. Then she could make biochemical weapons and still fly under the radar, theoretically speaking. She just happened to really enjoy makeup and looking her best, so she kind of loved her current cover.

"You must get so bored down here...playing fetch with Gucci can only be amusing for so long," she says sympathetically. "Oh, uh...I wasn't a hundred percent sure she was a Special but I got that vibe off of her, anyway...I met this woman, Felicity. She seemed nice. I only got to talk to her for a couple of minutes, though. I couldn't get much of a read."