Odysseus waited for a bit before starting the walk back to the cabin, until Lydia had completely recovered from the mad dash that the almost compulsive bond between them had forced into for her to be in the condition that she was when she finally reached him. He made sure that the walk back to the cabin was in a brisk pace, though not fast as to look like they were doing anything other than walking quickly. He didn't want to particularly bring more attention to them, thus he put his black tinted glasses back on. Better he be thought as an idiot rather than the glowing in the dark eyes he had to draw attention. Of course he had no problem seeing even with the glasses, a gift brought by earlier tragedy, the pair of eyes that he had.<br/><br/>Her questions left him stumped, he didn't really know what was going on, all what he had said were simply conjectures and educated guesses. The lack of knowledge had him a bit on edge, nothing that he had encountered in the years of service had prepared him for the situation. "I... don't know really. The closest to this that I have ever got to a situation like this was so different that I can draw almost no parallels. The only reason I can confidently say there is a bond between us is my training and my rather psychically active mind. An extra sense, is the most proper name." He considered how to continue the answer, "If one could get "administrative rights" " he started saying, adding air quotes with his fingers to emphasize how loose he was using the terminology, "then we could try something." In his experience with some mystics only the most powerful in the communions, the leaders, could make the range longer. And Odysseus wasn't really keen to let the mystic in the headquarters start messing around, she had a very loose tongue and she would only bring trouble.<br/><br/>They reached the cabin and Odysseus watched Lydia start packing up in a duffel bag. He wondered if she was used to travelling as she very easily had managed to put together her bag, what he stuffed in it would probably be able to help her get through a few weeks if not months, due to Odysseus having a washing machine. He started answering her question, until she asked if he was going to let her shower. He pulled down his glasses, to look her straight into her eyes, without the obsrtuction of the tinted glass. "Really?" he asked her, his eyes sending a glare towards her. "Why would you reach that conclusion?" He pulled the glasses back up. "Take them, unless you wish to use shampooh for men." he answered finally. They would have to go back to the club, near which Odysseus had left his car, a blue Toyota. He waited until she finished packing and started walking back, taking the long way, sometimes going a bit of a circling pattern, unpredictable, a bit of his ingrained paranoia for being followed home acting up.