Lydia turned around just a moment too late, crying out as the needle stabbed into her shoulder. She still tried fighting back even as her attacks grew weaker, her eyes struggling to stay open and awake. "Beej! Don't let them...put me in...solitary..." She cried out as she slowly succumbed to the tranquilizer. 

If it was one thing the two hated, it was being separated when one of them misbehaved; usually that person being Lydia. She was placed in a room no bigger than a small closet with little room to move where Beetlejuice couldn't enter no matter how many times she tried. She never knew what happened to him when he did something against their mission.