Even in the midst of her confusion and the still fresh memory of their lingering kiss, it was hard not to laugh at the shock of familiarity in Matt's choice of words. Everything's fine here! Hardly, but anytime he or Han echoed that familiar phrase, it always seemed to be in the middle of a situation that was the very opposite of fine, and anyone who heard it knew it. Gabe could probably clock the note of desperation in his best friend's voice as easily as Lydia could right next to him.
She had to bite her lip against the laugh that threatened to bubble up in her throat, an inappropriate time for laughter if there ever was one. Nothing about the situation was funny, exactly, even if Matt's idle and somewhat nonsensical threat against Gabe was more than a little amusing. The only logical explanation was that she was feeling slightly hysterical herself, still existing somewhere between the haze of a passionate kiss and the unwelcome reality that had just come crashing in between them.
As much as she clearly hadn't forgotten from their relationship, Lydia seemed to have forgotten how easy it was to get caught up in the moment with Matt. Upon closer inspection, her hand had mysteriously already found its way halfway underneath the collar of his shirt, which she now sensibly retracted. The moment was over, as loathe as a part of her was to admit it. That same persuasive part of Lydia also very badly wanted to stay. Still within the warmth of his arms and the firm grip on her thigh, it was surprisingly easy for her to justify it if she really wanted to.
"Hey I'm off the clock so I'm not taking your orders, Silva, I'm taking hers, and I'm under strict orders to get her back in time for a meeting in New York." Gabe's good natured voice echoing through the interior of the ship was still growing steadily closer, but he didn't seem to be in any big hurry to reach them either.
Taking the stolen opportunity to study Matt's face up close while his gaze seemed to be purposefully trained anywhere else, her eyes raked over the sharp, handsome lines of his face and Lydia smiled a little sadly as the ache in her chest returned. The moment was gone, and what had just happened between them didn't change that. It didn't change anything.
"Now, your threats I might not take seriously, but hers I do, so either I'm coming in there or she's coming out."
Briefly touching the side of his face, Lydia murmured a soft, "I have to go," in the wake of Gabe's half-baked threat. Gently but decisively (and not a little regretfully), she then pried herself out of Matt's grasp and slowly stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in her clothes and moving to pick up her coat where she'd abandoned it earlier. When Gabe finally emerged in the doorway, his expression was carefully neutral, though Lydia could already sense likely more than he probably wanted her to. Gabe raised a curious eyebrow at the two of them. "You ready?"
Nodding to her ride, Lydia glanced back at Matt one last time. "Think about it. Daniel's offer. There's no expiration date."