[In a weird way, this is all hitting a little too close to home. Jackson had died. Jackson died in her arms and then suddenly he wasn't dead. He was something else. She still loved him, of course. She'd always love him. But he died.

Peter had killed him. After she'd done everything he'd asked, that was how he repaid her.

Lydia backed away slowly, heading back down the ladder.]

You two can keep exploring. I'm going to clean out that room and lie down. Whatever you do, don't bother me. And do something about those cameras!

[The stomp of heels down the hall and the slamming of her door signaled that she was done making new friends for the time being.

... But she was glad they were there.]