[The more she hears, the more she's convinced that Lydia's here for the wrong reasons. The stillness floods her, and she's certain that she ought to be shivering, she's so cold and dead inside.

She's only ever felt like this once before, and on that occasion, she very nearly killed Boyd.]

Lydia? [She's so still, so perfectly steady and still inside, but her voice is shaking when she speaks again. In an angry, distant sort of way, it surprises her.] Lydia, I need you to tell me what room you're in, okay? The number's on your door, just...can you get up and check for me? Please?

[She's already moving, tying her hair back up and grabbing the denim shirt she'd untied from around her waist as she calls out over her shoulder.]

Tell me where you are. I will come find you, we will find the Admiral, and we will fix this. Okay? Please, Lydia, just tell me where you are.