It hurts a lot more than Lydia's willing to let on that Tony has still shown no sign of remembering her. She can't decide if she's hurt because it's offensive to be forgotten, or if it's out of sympathy for him having endured whatever he endured in, probably, the Technology sector which managed to selectively remove his memory of this place and the people in it.

She gives him a little smile that probably falls short of her big, green eyes and she nods, pressing her lips together sheepishly. It's reason, perhaps, to hope that those memories are still in there somewhere, but more likely it's just an indicator of the kind of man Tony actually is, in spite of the facade he allows others to see.

"I will, Tony, thank you. And you can ask me questions about this place. I'm just saying there may be questions I don't actually know the answers to, which someone who's been here longer might," she admits. Then there's a short pause. "...I should get inside before someone steals my hiding spot for the morning debriefing. I'll see you around," she says with another little smile before excusing herself and distorting back into the crowd to process all of it.