A soft smile pulls at the corners of Lydia's mouth and she gives a subtle nod to let him know that he's right, while not vocalizing it because she can tell by his mannerisms and the quiet tone she can't remember hearing after he took the bite that he's fresh out of orientation; scared. She opens her mouth to undo all Teela’s hard work on Isaac the way she'd done with Allison, but she closes it again, thinking better of it. Allison had a good life, for the most part. One worth remembering. Isaac...well. Lydia doesn't want to be the one to tell him that the “glitches” of his dad beating the crap out of him aren't glitches at all.

The way he stumbles over his words almost reminds Lydia of the way he'd been when she'd thought he was too insignificant to pay attention to and she feels bad thinking that. She's forgotten about the machine in her distraction and when it spits out another bottle she hears hitting him in the back with a dull thump, she winces for him and looks apologetic before he turns to throw the bottle in his hand at the machine, at which point, she has to press her lips together and cover her mouth to keep from letting inappropriately-timed laughter bubble up.

“Yeah, I can see that,” she comments with a smirk, nodding at the vending machine and looking amused. It's been a while. They've never been close, but all the same, the sentiment slips and she finds that she means it once it's been said. “...it's good to see you again, Isaac.”