Admittedly, it's been more than a little depressing since Allison and Peter got zapped back to wherever. She tries not to think too much about where they went because, while Peter might be fine, Allison won't be. Granted, she has a handful of really good friends here, still, and she's doing a lot better having Klaus around than she probably would if he'd also been sent off, but it's been too quiet in this apartment for the last couple of weeks.

Needless to say, it's a bit of a surprise when she hears a key in the lock and someone calling out as they let themselves into her space. New roommate. Well, it was going to happen sooner or later, she supposes.

Lydia gets to her feet and pushes a few stray hairs out of her eyes, pausing for a second in front of her mirror to readjust the messy bun piled on top of her head so that it's centered again, before stepping out of the bedroom to greet the newcomer.

"Hey, hi," she calls out with a small smile and a wiggle of her fingers in a wave. "It's just me and, now, you. I'm Lydia," she introduces herself and gestures for him to let himself further inside and make himself at home, first beckoning him and then waving an arm toward the couch. "Bedroom on the left is yours," she says. "Bedroom on the right is empty. Mine's in the middle." The bedroom on the left was Peter's and that feels okay to give away. The bedroom on the right was Allison's and that...doesn't.