The assessment of Mrs. Kwan's (ex-)something-or-other prompts a snort from where Lydia's standing. Real gem of a man, then. There's a totally mystifying break up.

"Kinda glad we don't have to kidnap a weird, glowing version of somebody's child," she concludes when nothing particularly mystical happens after Winter sets her hand onto the girl's head. "But here's hoping we don't have to touch every damn one those balls, huh?"