"W- well, I can't say that I'm disappointed. In the first part, I mean. I guess..." I'm awkward as hell. Dillon won't be back for awhile. Why is he doing this? Lydia flushed bright red, all the way down to her neck. "Adrian, you're drunk, shut up." But the praise, even from a drunken Adrian was nice. It appealed to her sense of vanity. She did look pretty good. She worked out a lot, usually lifting and moving around the garbage in the town dump, mostly because she got to destroy what she played with... She realized she was off track, and calmly brought her mind to the present. Stranded in a jacuzzi with a drunken flirting Adrian. "I'd like to know how you would have gotten in this jacuzzi all the time if this is our first day living here." Floats my train? Nothing floats my train. Literally. I can't even float in salt water. Stupid weird body-density. I love water. She let the comment go.