"In our defense, generally you're probably not forced to watch teenage girls being nearly beaten to death on television right before being asked the following day by said teenage girl 'who's going to teach me to fight?'" Lydia points out gently. "But yeah, I'm trustworthy. Which, I'm sure is something that someone who wasn't would also say, but I get the feeling you can pick out sincerity from bullshit pretty easily."

Lydia gave a non-committing shrug at that. "Well, Steve has been here longer and seen more than I have, so you can ask me, but he could probably answer your questions better than I could," she admits, as much as she hates to defer to others. She likes to be the one who knows everything. In this place, she nearly never is. It's frustrating. More frustrating than she likes to let on.

Again, at his question, Lydia gives a shrug. "All right. I'm still learning. It's hard to find the time when both myself and one of them are free," she says. Although, it's less difficult to find free time with Matt, but she prefers to spend the time with him doing other things... "I'm getting there." She opens her mouth to add that she's got Gucci to help her out in the mean time and closes it again because maybe that's offering up too much right now. She knew she could trust him before, but that doesn't necessarily mean she can trust him now.