Lydia laughed when he said the ship had sailed. Her head shaking slightly as she took hold of her ice cream once it was prepared. Moving to take a seat outside as she dived into her ice cream easily and eagerly. When he mentioned being a paramedic and keeping the gore to a minimum, she thought of her scars for a second. But said nothing on it.
When asked what she did, she smiled. "I'm a junior in college. I study Art," she replied with a nod of her head. Red hair tied back into a messy bun as she looked to the light snow still around them, before looking to Mitch. "My parents are originally from here, they got me from New York's adoption center." She said with a shrug of her shoulders.