"January 1st." At least Hans had an answer for that - and coherent questions were a good sign, despite how crazed Lydia was looking. "You're...you ran away, you're right on the edge of Newport Beach. Cora said you left the shower running..." Which hadn't been ominous or anything. Clearly Lydia had gone into some kind of trance; he still continued to be relieved he found her now, before she got too far away from her home.
Tentatively, he stepped closer while she covered up with the jacket. "I'll take you home?" he offered. "Cora's really worried." It didn't seem prudent to ask what the hell had happened, because she didn't seem like she remembered. Maybe it wasn't important anyway; what was important was getting her back to where she belonged so her fiancee didn't have a stroke and end up back in the hospital.