"Aye Aye, captain." Lydia saluted, more than willing to travel. And of COURSE she understood his taste--she shared it. Maybe not always 'imposing', but she definitely understood that too.

Lydia held up her camera again, lens whirring as she adjusted. Moving around, before directing him. "Can you stand up, leave your front hand kind of on the crate but move your back one out like you're surveying the landscape? Looking for trouble and alert?" Seemed like that would be a cool pose as she crouched down and positioned the camera to see how it'd look.