Closing the door behind her with a snap, she smiles up at the man, pulling her lower lip between her teeth slightly, warmth running down her spine in response to the handsome smile. Lydia hesitated a moment, thinking somewhat bitterly about her husband, working three floors below in the assembly shop, before extending her delicate, manicured hand.<br/><br/>"It's Lydia Cassidy. He'll be in there getting his behind chewed for a while," she says with an entrancing smile, her eyes glowing beneath full, dark lashes. "You are..?"<br/><br/>A little curiosity runs through her mind as she takes in the stranger's mischievous eyes. Her own roves over the abused skin, noting the scar.<em>He actually <strong>looks</strong> like he was in the war... So different from-</em>She cuts the thought off brutally, admonishing herself from comparing her kind, and gentle, though utterly impotent husband to the man before her.