Lydia settles herself behind the table, ready to duck for cover behind it when needed, but she makes sure that there's a clear path for Barry before she does. He'll be cutting it close as it is, but he'll be cutting it even closer if there's something tripping him up and in his way.
"Okay," she agrees, watching as he moves toward the door with the final component. Her stomach is tied in nervous knots hoping to hell that he doesn't end up hurting himself doing this. She'll feel terrible.
As Barry starts pouring, Lydia takes in a sharp breath and doesn't realize right away that she's holding it. She scoots over quickly, letting the breath out with relief as Barry gets himself behind the table safely and she braces herself against the underside of the table in case the explosion throws furniture in their direction. If she's pressed up against it already, then it can't get pushed back into her with a blunt force that could potentially do a lot of damage.
It takes a few seconds and Lydia's starting to worry that maybe she's mixed it incorrectly or that the components weren't as concentrated as she'd anticipated when she'd been putting it together, but as Barry starts to speak, finally the chemical reaction sets in motion and the noise that fills the room -- not to mention the fact that it actually feels like the room shook a little -- startles a gasp out of her.
Her eyes shift to Barry, but he seems okay. "Okay, oh God, we can't run until we get to the hall, can we?" she breathes, because standing up means moving directly into that smoke and that can't be good for their lungs. "Come on. Come on," she insists, crawling on both knees and one hand while her other hand lights the way with the PDC in her hand.
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"Okay," she agrees, watching as he moves toward the door with the final component. Her stomach is tied in nervous knots hoping to hell that he doesn't end up hurting himself doing this. She'll feel terrible.
As Barry starts pouring, Lydia takes in a sharp breath and doesn't realize right away that she's holding it. She scoots over quickly, letting the breath out with relief as Barry gets himself behind the table safely and she braces herself against the underside of the table in case the explosion throws furniture in their direction. If she's pressed up against it already, then it can't get pushed back into her with a blunt force that could potentially do a lot of damage.
It takes a few seconds and Lydia's starting to worry that maybe she's mixed it incorrectly or that the components weren't as concentrated as she'd anticipated when she'd been putting it together, but as Barry starts to speak, finally the chemical reaction sets in motion and the noise that fills the room -- not to mention the fact that it actually feels like the room shook a little -- startles a gasp out of her.
Her eyes shift to Barry, but he seems okay. "Okay, oh God, we can't run until we get to the hall, can we?" she breathes, because standing up means moving directly into that smoke and that can't be good for their lungs. "Come on. Come on," she insists, crawling on both knees and one hand while her other hand lights the way with the PDC in her hand.