The sound of an object slamming into the door and shattering to pieces echoed through the cell just as the girl was thrown in. "Damn it. Too late" Jason said to himself, wanting desperatley to smash the guards into little pieces of dust. Then his attention turned to the girl emo seemed to be struggling to figure out what she was seeing. Another subject. Jason stood up and slowly walked towards her. "Guess they want to see how Twitter little pet project interacts with others. Probably why they brought you here. Now get up, no use giving them the pressure of seeing you laying around." He says and reached down to help Lydia get up. His grasp on her arm was quite soft, seeing as there was no point in hurtting the girl