She tries to ignore his whole flailing around thing, rubbing her hand to elbow. There's a shrug, but that's because she doesn't know why it took so long.

"I don't know. I went looking for Mordin. He didn't come in and that wasn't like him. Then I woke up in that apartment." There's a brief moment, and she almost shakes it off, but she knows that she can't lie to him.

"I went home. I mean, at least it felt like I did." Her eyes meet to his, "I saw Jackson die. In the warehouse. I saw Derek and Peter..."

Lydia stops talking and glances down to the floor, her mouth pulling into a tight line.