The first thing Lydia notices is that something stabbing her. Not in a terribly impressive way. Just - lightly stabbing. Right about at the back of her ear. She makes an irritated swipe through her hair, which immediately results in her stabbing herself again. Just in the finger this time.

"Shit." She yanks out her hairpin and shoves it into the pocket of her jacket, surveying the damage. "The everliving fuck," she says. It should be a question. It doesn't quite make it there.