Bond remained silent as Lydia explained to him what her plans had been for after high school. It really wasn't all that fair, for a girl as brilliant as Lydia to be stuck in a town like Storybrooke. She deserved all that she wanted, and now she couldn't leave a small town in Maine. Which didn't have many options for after high school. Except the one college within the town. "Who knows. A way out of the town could become available before you graduate."
He arched an eyebrow at Lydia's next comment. "Well, I'm not that much of a secret agent spy if it isn't a secret, now am I?" He normally wouldn't have admitted being exactly what she said he was, had it not been for the anti-lying curse on the town at the moment.
"I suppose, if he's the only one who knows anything about banshees... it may not hurt to go see him about it. Are you certain that he will not try to harm you again, though?" He considered something for a moment, "I can give you something you can use to protect yourself against him, if that will make you feel safer. If it will work against werewolves." He had come into Storybrooke with the weapons he had been carrying. Which didn't amount to very much, considering all Bond used to have at his disposal back home. But he was willing to part with one of them, if it would make Lydia feel safer.
"Well, you'll learn that I don't have very many limits."
Soon after leaving the diner, they had arrived just outside Bond's apartment. This town truly was hideously small. But that was okay with him at the moment. He located his apartment key in his pocket, and unlocked the door. He slipped into the apartment, and closed the door behind Lydia.
He slipped out of the coat he had been wearing, hanging it on the back of one of the chairs that happened to be at the table. After setting the gun he had on him on the table (he felt naked without one), he headed into the kitchen. "Something to drink?"