When the crash sounded through the lobby, Lydia nearly jumped out of her seat. Her eyes zeroed straight in on the newcomer who staggered towards her, looking a complete mess. When he fell into the pamphlet stand, she immediately rose from her chair, but he seemed to regain his balance quickly enough thanks to the wall, so she remained behind her desk. Still, the blatant fear on his eyes told her exactly what had just happened. “Oh dear.” She whispered, recognizing the look as the same one she and her sister wore when they first arrived at the Convergence, only his death seemed to be a smidge bit more disastrous than her own.<br/><br/>At this point she rounded her desk, turning back to the other man only briefly to say, “let me know if you need anything else. I just need to take care of this gentleman first.” With her eyes back in front at the disheveled man, she reached a hand towards him once she was a few feet away, offering help. “Please, take a seat.” She gestured with her free hand towards one of the lobby chairs. They were comfortable, fully upholstered and cushioned, including the armrests. “Do you need anything? I can get you some water, food. I can also get help for you to get to a room to clean up.” She did all that she could to comfort him. Nobody wanted to learn that they were dead, and when they did, it’s the most mind-shocking experience. She found that a calm voice and a kind demeanor always helped the transition, if at least only minimally.