Nalia sneered a bit at the way he called Lydia ‘chick.’ She has said it ironically when she used the word, but it just made her cringe inwardly hearing him say it. Then, when he said he had a date with her, that made her eyebrows shoot up sky high. “Really?” She didn’t even say it as a question, as it made no sense in her mind. This guy wasn’t her type. Lydia, as far as Nalia knew, preferred the nerdy, super smart type. This guy reeked of the exact opposite. Nevertheless, she pressed a bit further, “is that so? So, uh, what else did she say?” She asked as she stood from the piano and rounded the bar, taking her place at the other side of it as she was normally stationed when greeted by possible patrons. She did her best to hide the disbelief from her face, replacing it instead with a sincerely inquiring expression.<br/><br/>As for Lydia, she hadn’t even noticed the newcomer as he made his way into the anger room hallway. Only when he emerged from it did her eyes manage to catch him. A bit confused at where he appeared from, she called out to him, “excuse me? Sir? Did you need help with anything?” She asked, remaining at her desk and waving him down for his attention.