Lydia frowns. She wishes she had answers, honestly, but all she has is missing time and a trip back home that shouldn't have taken that long.

"Mordin didn't come into work and instead of just telling someone, I went to go find him. I just never made it. I ended up unconscious, I guess, for however long that was. I woke up in someone's apartment, in their bed."

Relaying the story doesn't get any easier and it doesn't make any more sense to her either. "I think I'm okay? I checked and I don't have any scars or wounds."