— right, yeah, sorry.

[ she's getting keys. keys, keys, where are her keys...

oh yeah, and clothes! here lydia redoubles and slips into her bedroom to rummage, distractedly. there's no point doing this one handed, though. ]

It's okay, I'll be right up. [ though before shutting off her ipad, there's a faint hint of a smirk, and something that straddles condescension and humor quite efficiently. ]

I bet now you're wishing we'd actually had you measured for a bra.