Her eyebrows lift with interest. Lydia's heard of Gotham, but she's never been and she doubts she ever will be. Big cities aren't really for her, she thinks, even though she imagines she'd probably thrive in one. Boston is calling her name for college, so she'll have to adjust at some point, but for now she's just been in Beacon Hills her whole life. Lydia never realized how much she appreciated the quiet of a small town until the facade of it was broken.

"I've never been," she comments, pushing the doors open and leading the way to her car. "Do you miss it? It must be so boring going from there to this rinky dink town, huh?" she asks, pressing a button on her key and causing her Prius's headlights to blink as she unlocks it.