"Oh." The crimson carpeting was not as redly flush as her face, as Lydia finally figured out what was going on. He was hitting on her! "Umm... I guess you can sit." She sits back down, wishing that one of the waitresses had stopped by to take her drink order. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, the force of air bound by corsetry only puffing up her chest alluringly, the uncomfortable woman speaks softly. "Uhh, my name is Lydia." Unthinkingly, she offers her hand for a shake.