Those eyes were something she was used to people recognizing, even when she wore glasses, which she hadn't been at the moment. Lydia didn't seem particularly pleased but it wasn't his fault. She just sighed and looked away briefly, squinted in the distance.
"Yeah, Steve. Art guy, going for art," that much she had recalled. Lydia returned her gaze to him and folded her arms over her chest.
"Music. Just Music, I got it. Not doing anything with it."