There's very little about the current social temperature that's heartwarming. It's maybe warm in the sense that there are several people grouped together in a semi-confined space, but no one's heart is getting warmed just yet. The year's too fresh. Everyone's still circling around each other like sharks that aren't exactly hungry enough at this point to take an actual bite, but are definitely hungry enough to be scoping out the proverbial buffet.

But there's definitely entertainment in that. So Lydia takes a moment to blink at Pax's accessories - tilts her head in clear assessment before her lips twitch themselves upward - before slotting her finger's into the bend of the other girl's elbow.

"Seems mean," she replies. It doesn't sound judgemental. At all.