Lydia's own face splits into a wide grin at the familiar surroundings. This is a place she can handle. Bright lights and brighter colors and some of the most god-awful carpeting on earth. This is easy to navigate.

"So her kid?" she says, in response to Winter's memory focus explanation. A good mom would be focused on her daughter. "Means we should take out a frozen preteen." She takes a step forward, motion cheerful in a way that bounces her up and onto her toes, and raises her voice after Tybalt: "You're in the clear, Sarge. Fuck him up."