Lydia, if anything, looked like she had been prepared for trouble. Dressed--aside from the hooded cloak--like she was ready for adventuring. Her rapier and dagger were at her belt, and she had her messenger bag with her to carry things. Betel-Po had shaken off his raincoat and it was tucked into the bag and he tried to wave to K'Pandolu, then waved a 'no' type signal that clearly didn't see. The moogle sighed, and would apologize for his Hero in a moment.

"How am I feeling?" Lydia repeated; while she's glad to see K'Pandolu alive and well, she is still too annoyed to be as polite as she usually is. "I'm annoyed and angry, is how I'm feeling. Being yanked around like this--again--is so not fun and I'm tired of being treated like a puppet." All of it is in clipped tones, and more lucid than Betel-Po had expected--but it's clear Lydia is still upset.