Weirdly - or not, maybe - the response didn't get much of a reaction out of Lydia. She merely tipped her head to one side a little as she regarded him, studying him to maybe see what sort of differences were there, if any.

"That happens, I think. Probably," she hummed, then stepped up casually, fluttering her hand over at the club. "Well. Your feet know, at least. This place was yours. It's nice, too. Popular. And I'm Lydia, by the way."