With panic turning her stomach in knots, Lydia does as the door asks.<br/><br/>She opens her mouth and relaxes her throat, pushing the thing down into her, past her tongue, and into her throat. She fights a sudden gag reflex, and as her lips press against the flat surface of the door, she sticks out her tongue, thrusting it in and out of the keyhole.<br/><br/>Lydia realizes then that one of the floating cameras has taken notice of her. It hovers low, zooming in on her face, on her stretched and quivering lips. A tear runs down her cheek and drips off her jaw, but there is nothing she can do. Ignoring the camera, she looks up at the door and prays that it is enough to satisfy the blasted contraption.