Lydia's smile widens and she lets her free hand wobble in the air in front of them, fingers all done up in light-catching flippery as if to better highlight their precarious moral high ground.

"They're gonna need all the god damn support you got to offer." There could be a kinder assessment, sure. But, well - it isn't coming from this direction. Though she knocks her shoulder sideways and softens the blow with a empathetic: "Guess it's the only part we're up to. Glass ceiling on our seriousness."