Lydia cannot help but smile at his apparent eagerness, wondering whether it's a response from his military training or just him. Everything about Wayne screamed "action."<br/><br/>She began the tour on the bottom floor as the assembly line let off for lunch. Suddenly, the smile slides from her face and she pauses. A sandy blonde man of medium build and negligible stature shuffles past, mildly talking to some of his coworkers before filing past. He hardly glances Lydia's way as he passes, merely giving a bland smile and continuing onward.<br/><br/>"Anyway," Lydia continues, attempting to shrug off the awkward moment. "This is where you'll start every day at five. This is where the big messes happen and where the most help is needed."<br/><br/>Smiling once more up at Wayde, trying not to think about it, imagining a world without her husband.