[There's an exasperated roll of her eyes, except there's also an enormous difference in how she does it. Last year that eyeroll meant contempt and dismissal. Now? It's a familiar, friendly, "oh, YOU" kind of thing, like laughing with someone instead of at them.

Yeah. The last year has certainly worked a great many changes in Lydia Martin.]

I'll be okay, honest. I mean, this is where I live, okay? Though I won't say no if you want to introduce me around. But don't feel like you have to treat me like a baby duckling all night.