Lydia had been perfectly content to let the others talk, warming up and staying quiet as a bat against Ira's shoulder and neck. Now though, her interest was piqued. Careful of his longer hair, as she moved to get some distance and sort of 'dropped'. Transforming again as she did so, to be a still small older girl with long dark hair, and dark eyes. Pale as a ghost, and wielding the vampire job.

"Santa? About yea-tall?" Holding up her hand. "Silver hair?" If it was Creep Kringle, she'd be happy to see him. After the stunt he'd pulled in battle, she owed him both a hug, and a smack on the arm. Him running a bank was new though, as she remembered it being run under Mr. McDuck.

Then the rest of what Gelin said registered, and she moved closer. Listening to Mary's words too, and taking the man's hand in comfort. "Lady Zelda was an inspiration to many of us." Sympathy and understanding in her smile.