Hey, just 'cause you know me doesn't mean you know me. [The words come with all the warm familiarity of a well-loved retort...one he's used to using just about every single time Lydia calls him on his bullshit, and he's about to let her handle him.

If nothing else, his little jog means that he's nearly at her cabin, which means he goes still in the middle of the corridor and the feed suddenly stabilizes.]

And that? Right there? Threatening me? Will not end well for anyone.

[SPAM]

[Killing the feed, Alan grins as he heads down the corridor to her cabin and pounds on Lydia's door with his fist about three or four times. Yes, he's being obnoxious, but she's his best friend. He's allowed to be obnoxious with his best friend.

Just like, when she opens the door, he's allowed to rush her, stooping down so he can scoop her off her feet and over his shoulder. Without missing a beat, he uses his bare foot to shut the door of her cabin and blandly carries her further into the room with a grin, as if this is something he does all the time...and it is, at least in private, when she starts ordering him around and he knows he's going to give in and do what she wants so he decides to be a brat by picking her up like a caveman or tickling her or hogging all the popcorn when they're watching a movie.]

Still think you can tell me what to do?