The wrist she could've handled. That unwanted touch, the claim on her body was easily slid from with a jerk of her hand, but even before she could allow that process to register his eyes flash red and she's back at the video store. Back on the field. Back in the corners of her mind where the truth shone bright behind the gaze of two red eyes.

Her eyes widen, that moment of fear flashing on her features. It's not something she likes to allow, nothing she wants to give up in this fight, but it happens beyond her control.

Lydia's hand slips from his grip, a hard jerk that she had intended on using moments earlier finally taking place. There is no snap of a line at him, nothing that she wants to say to him at all. Her steps push a bit away from him.

Despite the moment of everything in her freezing as that sharp chill ran through her, she still finds her breath. Swallowing is hard, but she pushes through that, too. Eventually, there's something at the tip of her tongue and she can't let it rest there for very long.

"You have no clue about anything that went on," she wants to continue, wants to yell at him too for things that might not even be his fault. Instead, she's lost the rest of her words.