That was certainly something with which Lydia could identify and she nodded to acknowledge that, waiting a moment before responding. "Yeah, I get you. I should've been keeping track, but I didn't. I don't know what month it would be anymore, but I'm pretty sure I turned nineteen already..." she admitted. "Anyway. Happy birthday, just in case I don't get down here tomorrow," she added with a smile. Of course she would make it down here tomorrow. In fact, she had a lot of planning to do tonight before she went to bed and a lot of arrangements to make sure that the Specials would make it down to HQ to support him. Dick was a good kid. Just like her. Just like Stiles. He deserved to feel some semblance of celebration on his birthday if he did the work to tick off the days to keep track of it, which was more than Lydia had done.

Noticing that Dick was leaning in to get a better look, Lydia grinned, looking over at him. "Yeah, science," she said playfully. It was kind of neat to have someone closer to her age that appeared to be interested in it. Barry and Ray were science guys, and Tony had been, sort of, but they were adults. They'd finished school and were out in the real world. Lydia wasn't used to seeing her peers showing interest in the subject, which was why she'd spent so much time pretending to be dumb before her fall from popularity. She liked herself better this way, anyway.

"Do you think they can bring or create — or whatever they do to get us here — versions of us that aren't cool...?" she wondered, the smile slipping off her face with sudden concern. Tony sprang to mind from this morning and she was suddenly relieved that she hadn't given away too much, just in case.