The proximity helps. Her arms are around him almost automatically and she clings to the back of his shirt, resting her head against his chest. Having someone there... it always brings her back to herself. Back home, there's no one. Here, the fear never lasts very long.

She steadies her breathing and manages to quiet herself by the time Bruce pulls away. She nods as his arm settles around her shoulders and leans into him just slightly as the head past the shelves, towards the tables. "I remember." But she hadn't completely believed him. She sure as hell believes him now.

"Don't apologize. We all did it. We all wanted it open." She'd really though it could be a way out. Not for her, but for--

Her eyes widen and that frantic look is back for a brief moment. "What if she can't stop him? What if he goes after the others?" Specifically Kobra and Daneel. Why are they always separated when something terrible is going on? At least now she's moved on from terrified and settled on a moderate level of anxiety. "... What are we supposed to do?"

Lydia doesn't like not having the answers. She hates it. Despises it. It makes her look weak. She is weak.