Lydia couldn't stop tossing and turning. She repeatedly sighed and rolled onto her stomach, then her left, then right, then her back, and still nothing helped. She was worried about Stiles and herself and more than anything else, she was concerned about how she was supposed to survive here. With the first night out of the way, Lydia maintained that she would be fine. She just didn't feel like she was
Eventually, she gave up and threw her legs over the bed and drummed her nails against the bed frame impatiently before finally standing up and choosing to go into the kitchen. If she couldn't sleep, then at least she could do something productive, like read up on the school system here.
She suspected that she'd be alone in the kitchen, which was why she started when she spotted Anna sitting there, an open book before her. "Shit, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. I'm still not used to it here, I guess." Lydia plopped down into the chair across from her, her legs crossing as she did. "What's up?"