To the detriment of pretty much everyone else in the room, the frosting that Lydia swipes from the top of a cupcake and pops into her mouth (popsicle stick safely tucked between her last two fingers and her palm - and somehow not poking her in the eye) doesn't seem to fell her either.

"Cause the downed spacecraft didn't do that?" She arcs an unimpressed eyebrow while offering her plate forward in invitation. "Real big announcement." Her free hand gestures expansively at all of the general everything. "Not subtle. We got the reject aliens."