She arched a brow when he made the X with his arms.. it was slightly overkill. But she set her part of the blanket down when he led the way, and she folded her arms over her chest both for warmth and as a gesture that fine, she wouldn't touch his things.
The house was nice, and big; she looked up at the eaves of the porch, her eyes wide and interested as she traced crown molding and intricate little details. She liked houses with history, and this one was beautiful. Much nicer than she'd been expecting; she'd have been happy with a little hovel as long as it had walls and a roof to keep some of the cold out.
Lydia stood there shivering and hugging herself, waiting to be let inside. Shifting her weight from one sneakered foot to the other.