More nodding comes to her, it's easy to just nod along and agree with things. She knows that she worried him and if she would stop to be honest with herself, she'd say that she's worried about herself, but actually saying that takes a lot more than she has right now.

Her fingers pick at the elbow of the shirt she's wearing. She probably smells worse than she thinks she does. Hair a mess of tangles and she realizes that he has every right to be mad that when Mordin went missing that she didn't come tell him first. She's just not used to having someone to check in with. Her mom isn't around enough to care what she does and the only person she used to tell things to was Allison and even that wasn't telling her things. It was attempting to.

Drawing in a shallow breath, she worries on her bottom lip before she looks up at him again. "It feels like it was just an hour ago, but you don't have the bruises, so I know it's not the same." Lydia needs it to make sense, but it doesn't so she's struggling to just hold onto what she knows.

She knows Rachel isn't here right now.

"It's not okay," she says softly. She doesn't want to keep getting pulled back and forth from the past and here. Swallowing, she rolls her eyes, trying to stop feeling sorry for herself. "I sound pathetic and I smell, and I was living in a strangers home for a week. God, I hope I was wearing this the whole time."